These funny travel stories prove that humor is the best thing to bring with you, whether you’re at customs or in a red wagon.
When we’re busy, life often gives us the funniest moments. These stories remind us not to take ourselves too seriously, whether it’s an embarrassing moment at the airport, a lesson in faith from a kid, or an impromptu scent battle on public transportation.
These three stories that make you feel good have a mix of humor, wisdom, and some truth about people. So sit back, relax, and have a good chuckle.
“The Heavenly Smuggler: A Hairy Problem at Customs” tells the story of a well-dressed woman seated next to a nice priest on her way back from a fancy trip to Switzerland.
A woman who was well-dressed was seated next to a priest who seemed kind on her way back from a luxurious trip to Switzerland. He smiled like someone who has traveled the world, and she, with a twinkle in her eye, longed to discover how gentle that holy heart might be.
She leaned in and said softly after a few minutes of pleasant small talk.
“Father, could you please help me with something that is a bit touchy?”
“Of course, my child,” the priest remarked in a kind and calming way. “What do you want?”
“Well,” she continued softly, “I bought a special instrument to get rid of hair. The kind that costs more than a beautiful hotel room. Customs can’t let it through because it’s too much. I’m worried that when I land, they’ll take it away.
The priest seemed a little puzzled, but she kept talking.
“You seem very honest.” No one would even consider about looking for you. Can you hide it beneath your robe?
The priest stopped. He said, “I guess I could carry it,” but he wasn’t sure. “But I have to tell you that I can’t lie.”
She grinned in a nice way. “That’s just right!” You won’t even need to. Just let it go.
Later, the priest went through customs. A police officer in uniform nodded respectfully and asked, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”
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The priest said in a low voice, “Nothing to say from my head to my waist.”
The customs officer blinked in shock and then questioned, “What about the area below your waist?”
The priest smiled and added, “Well, there’s something very special down there.” It’s a small tool made particularly for women. It hasn’t been used yet.
The customs officer turned very red, coughed, and let him go. “Go ahead, Father, and good luck.”
The Holy Hitchhiker and Little Johnny
Little Johnny was going to spend the weekend with his dad. He was set on going on the trip by himself, even if he had to pull all of his clothes, toys, and other things he needed in a red wagon. But he got upset when he climbed a high slope in the sun.
He screamed, “This stupid thing is too heavy!”
A priest who was strolling by heard the complaint and stopped, raising an eyebrow. He told Johnny, “Watch what you say.” “God hears everything.” You know, He’s everywhere.
After wiping his forehead, Johnny looked up. “All done?”
The priest responded, “Yes.” “He’s in the church, in the trees, and even right next to you.”
Johnny stared at the car and then back to the man of God. He stopped to consider and narrowed his eyes.
“Is he also in my wagon?”
“Yes, Johnny,” the priest responded with a laugh. He is also there.
Johnny sighed, raised his hands, and replied, “Okay, then tell Him to get out and help push!”
The bus ride smelled a lot like Chanel perfume and garlic at the same time.
There are usually little surprises on public transportation, but sometimes such surprises have a very powerful stench.
One day, I arrived on the bus and sat down right before a fashionable woman did. It seemed like she had just come from a store in Paris. She wore a lovely coat, pearl earrings, and a perfume that was so intense and sweet that it might have sent a bee flying off course.
She sat next to me, and after a while, I had to ask.
“Excuse me,” I said softly. “Your smell is great. May I ask what it is? I want to buy it for my wife.
She smiled and added, “It’s Chanel.” It’s from Paris.
We rode in silence for a time, and then… Let’s just say I added a little something to the air. I thought it was quiet.
“Oh my heavens!” she cried, wrinkling her nose and waving her hand. What is that smell?
I shrugged and said, “Garlic.” I live in Gilroy, California. It’s the world’s garlic center.
She didn’t say anything else. I merely peered out the window, maybe to see whether Chanel made nose plugs.
Why We Need These Times
These short looks at human nature remind us to slow down, laugh more, and enjoy the humor when it happens in a world that can be too fast and serious. Even when we don’t anticipate it, life will always find a way to make us smile. There could be a humorous priest at the customs line, a kid who knows more about common sense than theology, or French perfume and California agriculture crashing into each other.