The Honest Smuggler
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?”
“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?”
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!” Continue reading…
