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.”