On a flight back from Switzerland, an elegant woman sat beside a kind-looking priest. After some polite conversation, she leaned over and whispered, “Father, would you mind helping me with something a bit… delicate?”
“Of course, my child,” the priest replied with a smile. “How can I assist?”
“I bought this fancy hair removal device. It cost a fortune and it’s way over the customs allowance. I’m worried they’ll seize it when I land. Could you hide it under your robe for me?”
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The priest hesitated. “I can carry it, but I must tell you—I cannot tell a lie.”
She chuckled. “Oh, Father, you look so trustworthy. No one would even think to question you!”
Later, as the priest passed through customs, the officer asked politely, “Anything to declare, Father?”
The priest nodded calmly. “From my head down to my waist, nothing to declare.”
The officer raised an eyebrow. “And from your waist down?”
“Well,” said the priest, “there’s something quite special down there. It’s a small device made for ladies, never before used.”
The customs officer turned red and waved him through, laughing. “Move along, Father… and good luck.”