The Usher
An elderly woman walked into the synagogue. 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 Rabbi is really boring."
"Do you happen to know who I am?" the woman inquired.
"No." he said.
"I'm the Rabbi's mother," she replied indignantly.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"No." she said.
"Good," he answered.
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