An old lady had always wanted to travel abroad.
Now that she was getting on in years, she thought she would really like to do so before she died.
Until then, she’d never even been out of the country. So she began by going in person to the Passport Office and asking how long it would take to have one issued.
“You must take the loyalty oath first,” responded the passport clerk. “Raise your right hand, please.”
The old gal raised her right hand.
“Do you swear to defend the Constitution of the United States against all its enemies, domestic or foreign?” was the first question.
The little old lady’s face paled and her voice trembled as she asked in a small voice, “Uhhh….. all by myself?”
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Aunt Bessie loved to visit her nieces and nephews.
However, she had relatives all over the country.
The problem was that no matter how much she enjoyed seeing them, she hated flying. No matter how safe people told her it was, she was always worried that someone would have a b*mb on the plane.
She read books about how safe it was and listened to the stewardess demonstrate all the safety features. But she still worried herself silly every time a visit was coming up.
Finally, the family decided that maybe if she saw the statistics she’d be convinced. So they sent her to a friend of the family who was an actuary.
“Tell me,” she said suspiciously, “what are the chances that someone will have a b*mb on a plane?”
The actuary looked through his tables and said, “A very small chance. Maybe one in five hundred thousand.”
She nodded, then thought for a moment. “So what are the odds of two people having a b*mb on the same plane?”
Again he went through his tables.
“Extremely remote,” he said. “About one in a billion.”
Aunt Bessie nodded and left his office.
And from that day on, every time she flew, she took a b*mb with her.
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A young woman is travelling in Rome for the first time.
Feeling a pull toward the grandeur of a beautiful cathedral, she decided to step in and admire the stained glass windows she had heard so much about.
As she approached the entrance, a kindly but stern-looking priest emerged. “Excuse me, Miss,” he said, raising a hand to stop her. “I’m afraid I can’t let you enter dressed like that.”
The young woman tilted her head in confusion. “Like what?” she asked. “My dress is modest.”
The priest hesitated, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Well, it’s not the dress itself, it’s just that you are not wearing a bra. I can’t let you in like that.”
“Seriously?” Said the woman angrily, “I have a divine right!”
“A divine left, too, Miss,” the priest replied “but you still can’t come in.”
