The first Jewish President of the United States calls his mother in
Queens and invites her to come down for Thanksgiving. She says, "I'd
like to, but it's so much trouble...I mean, I have to get a cab to the
airport, and I hate waiting on Queens Blvd..."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President! You won't need a cab - I'll send
a limousine for you!"
His mother replies, "I know, but then I'll have to get my ticket at
the airport, and try to get a seat on the plane, and I hate to sit in
the middle...it's just too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send
Air Force One for you - it's my private jet!"
To which she replies, "Oh, well, but then when we land, I'll to carry
my luggage through the airport, and try to get a cab...it's really
too much trouble."
He replies, "Mom!! I'm the President! I'll send a helicopter for you!
You won't have to lift a finger."
She answers, "Yes, that's nice...but, you know, I still need a hotel
room, and the rooms are so expensive, and I really don't like the
rooms..."
Exasperated, he answers, "Mom! I'm the President! You'll stay at the
White House!"
She responds, "Well...all right...I guess I'll come."
The next day, she's on the phone with her friend Betty.
Betty: "Hello, Sylvia...so what's new?"
Sylvia: "I'm visiting my son for Thanksgiving!"
Betty: "The doctor?"
Sylvia: "No ... the other one."