The Pastor's Mother

An elderly woman walked into a small town church one Sunday morning. She was obviously a visitor.

A friendly usher handed her a bulletin. "Welcome to our church!" he beamed, "Where would you like to sit?"

"The front row, please." she replied.

The helpful usher leaned over and whispered furtively in her ear, "You really don't want to do that. Our preacher is really boring."

"Do you happen to know who I am?" the lady asked.

"No." the usher said.

"I'm the pastor's mother!"

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"No." she said.

"Whew! That good!" he answered.