The First Mom...

The first Jewish President of the United States phones his mother in Queens and invites her to come down for Thanksgiving. She says, "I'd love to, but it's too much trouble. I mean, I have to get a cab to the airport and I really hate waiting on Queens Blvd....."

He replies, "Mom! I'm the President! You won't have any need for 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 have to carry all 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....."

Irritated, 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 Sandra. "So, Gilda, tell me.....what's new?"

"I'm visiting my son for Thanksgiving!" Gilda replies.

"The doctor?" asks Sandra.

Gilda replies, "No..... the other one."

[ Author Unknown -- LABLaughs ]