These funny travel stories prove that the best thing to bring with you, from customs counters to red wagons, is a sense of humor.
When we’re busy, life often gives us the funniest things. These stories remind us not to take ourselves too seriously, whether it’s an awkward moment at the airport, a lesson in faith from a kid, or an impromptu fragrance battle on the bus.
These three stories that make you feel good have a little bit of humor, wisdom, and truth about people. So take a break, relax, and have some good chuckles.
In “The Heavenly Smuggler: A Hairy Problem at Customs,” a well-dressed woman sits next to a kind-looking priest on her way back from a fancy trip to Switzerland.
On her way back from a fancy trip to Switzerland, a well-dressed woman sat next to a priest who looked nice. He had the kind of smile that someone who has traveled the world would have, and she, with a glitter in her eye, longed to know how nice that heavenly heart would be.
After a few minutes of pleasant small talk, she leaned in and murmured gently.
“Father, can you please help me with something that’s a little touchy?”
“Of course, my child,” the priest remarked in a kind and calming voice. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well,” she continued softly, “I bought a special tool to get rid of hair.” The kind that costs more than a good hotel room. Customs won’t let it through since it’s too much. I’m terrified they’ll take it away when I get there.
The priest seemed a little puzzled, but she kept talking.
“You seem quite honest. No one would even think about trying to find you. Can you hide it beneath your robe?
The priest came to a stop. He said, “I guess I could carry it,” but he wasn’t sure. “But I must tell you that I can’t lie.”
She smiled with kindness. “That’s perfect! You won’t even have to. Just go with it.
Later, the priest walked up to customs. A police officer in uniform nodded cordially and asked, “Anything to declare, Father?”
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The priest responded softly, “I have nothing to say from my head to my waist.”
The customs officer blinked in shock and then said, “What about the area below your waist?”
The priest smiled and added, “Well, there’s something very special down there.” It’s a small device made exclusively for women. It hasn’t been used yet.
The customs officer turned red, coughed, and let him go. “Go ahead, Father… and good luck.”
Little Johnny and the Divine Hitchhiker
Little Johnny was heading to his dad’s house for the weekend. He was going to make the trip himself, even if he had to carry all of his clothes, toys, and other things in a red wagon. But he got irritated as he ascended a steep slope in the sun.
He shouted, “This dumb thing is so heavy!”
A priest who was passing by heard the complaint and stopped, raised an eyebrow. “Johnny, be careful what you say,” he told him. “The Lord hears it all.” You know what? He’s everywhere.
After wiping his forehead, Johnny looked up. “Everywhere?”
“Yes,” responded the priest. “He’s in the trees, in the church, and even walking right next to you.”
Johnny looked at the car and then at the priest again. He stopped to consider and narrowed his eyes.
“Is he in my cart too?”
“Yes, Johnny,” the priest responded with a laugh. He is there too.
“Well, then tell Him to get out and help push!” Johnny muttered with a sigh and threw his hands up.
The bus ride smelled a lot like Chanel perfume and garlic.
There are usually little surprises on public transportation, but sometimes such surprises come with a very pungent fragrance.
One day I got on the bus and sat down just as a fashionable woman got on. She looked like she had just come from a store in Paris. She wore a lovely coat, pearl earrings, and a perfume that was so strong and sweet-smelling that it might have made a bee fly off course.
She was sitting next to me, and after a while, I had to ask.
“Sorry,” I said softly. “The smell of you is great. Can I ask what it is? I want to buy it for my wife.
She smiled and added, “It’s Chanel.” It comes straight from Paris.
We traveled along in silence for a while, till… I guess you could say I added a little something to the air. I thought it was subtle.
She scrunched up her nose, waved her hand, and muttered, “Oh my heavens!” a second later. What is that smell?
I shrugged and said, “Garlic.” I live in Gilroy, California. It’s the world’s garlic center.
That was all she said. I just stared out the window, maybe wondering if Chanel made nose plugs.
Why We Need These Times
These short looks into human nature remind us to relax, laugh more, and enjoy the absurdity when it happens in a world that can be too fast and serious. No matter what, life will always find a way to make us smile. It may be a humorous priest in the customs line, a kid who knows more about common sense than theology, or the clash between French scent and California farming.
