An elderly woman walked into her local 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 priest is really boring.”
“Do you happen to know who I am?” the woman inquired.
“No,” he said.
“I’m the priest’s mother,” she replied indignantly.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Good,” he answered and walked away.