The Front Row, Please
Published Jun 22, 2004
An elderly woman walked into the local country church. The friendly usher
greeted her at the door. "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.
Originally published June 23, 2004.
