Pastor’s Mother

The friendly usher at the country church greeted the elderly woman visitor at the door and helped

her up the steps. “Where would you like to sit?” he asked politely. “The front row, please,”

she answered. “You really don’t want to do that,” the usher said. “The pastor is really

boring.” “Do you happen to know who I am?” the woman inquired. “No,” he said. “I’m the

pastor’s mother,” she replied indignantly. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “No,” she

said. “Good,” he answered.