A wealthy socialite found herself seated beside a kindly priest on her flight home from Geneva. Nervously clutching an expensive contraband item, she turned to him with pleading eyes. “Father, I’ve purchased this state-of-the-art hair removal device that far exceeds customs allowances. Might you conceal it beneath your robes? They’d never suspect a man of the cloth.”The priest considered her request carefully. “I’ll assist you, daughter, but you must understand I cannot tell falsehoods.”

When they reached customs, the officer asked the standard question. The priest responded solemnly, “From my head to my waistband, I carry nothing to declare.” Puzzled by this odd phrasing, the officer pressed further. “And below your waistband?”

The clergyman replied with perfect honesty, “I possess an exquisite device intended for ladies’ use – though it remains untouched by human hands.” The customs agent burst into laughter and waved him through without another word.