The Heavenly Smuggler: A Hairy Situation at Customs
On a return flight from a luxurious trip to Switzerland, a well-dressed woman found herself seated next to a kindly-looking priest. He had the gentle smile of someone who’d seen the world, and she, with a twinkle in her eye, decided to test just how generous that holy heart could be.

After a few minutes of pleasant small talk, she leaned in and lowered her voice.

“Father, would you mind helping me with something… a little delicate?”

“Of course, my child,” the priest replied, his voice kind and reassuring. “What do you need?”

“Well,” she whispered, “I bought a fancy hair removal device. The kind that costs more than a good hotel room. It’s way over the customs allowance. I’m afraid they