The year is 2012 and the United States of America has just
elected the first woman, as well as the first Jewish President, Susan Vineberg.
So the President-elect calls up her mother; "So Ma, I assume you will
be coming to my inauguration?"
"I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, and your father isn't as young as
he used to be, and my gout is acting up again."
"Don't worry Ma, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you
home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door."
"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy, I don't know what on Earth
I would wear."
"Oh Ma," replies Susan, "don't worry about it. I'll make
sure you have a wonderful gown by Christian Dior."
"Honey," Mom complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods
you and your friends like to eat."
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Ma! The entire affair is
going to be handled by the best caterer in New York, kosher all the way.
Ma, I want you to come."
So Mom agrees and on January 20, 2013, Susan Vineberg is being sworn in as
President of the United States of America. In the front row sits the new
President's mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to her;
"You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming
President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes, I do."
"Her brother's a doctor!"
—Forwarded by Larry
Gorfine, San Diego, California
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