An elderly woman walked into the local country church. The
friendly usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the flight of
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.