The Hairdryer...


An elegantly dressed and quite  beautiful young woman traveling First Class on a flight from  Switzerland to Washington Dulles nudged the Catholic priest sitting  beside her.

"Father, may I ask a favor?"

Of course, what pray tell may I do for you?"

"Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my mother's birthday that is in the  box, remains unopened, and the amount I paid brings the total of my European purchases well in excess
of the permissible U.S. Customs  limits. To put it another way, I"m terribly fearful that they'll demand that a pay a surcharge or worse yet, confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through Customs
for me? Under your robes  perhaps?"

"I would be delighted to assist you, my dear, but I must warn you: I abhor falsehoods and so I will not lie."  

"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you."

When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.  "Father, do you have anything  to declare?" asked the U. S. Customs official.

"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare."

The official thought this answer a bit odd, so he continued.  "And what do you have to declare from your waist to the  floor?"

"I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman but which, to date, has remained unused."

"Go ahead, Father," said the official, roaring with laughter. "Next!"