Businessman sits down in First Class, notices there are several vacant seats around him. A couple of security type guys enter, then an important-looking fellow in robes. Turns out to be the Pope. The flight attendant asks our boy if the Pope can sit next to him. I'd be honored, he says. His Holiness sits down, makes a pleasantry or two, reaches into his cassock and pulls out the NYT crossword and a stub of a pencil. He appears stumped. (Our boy just happens to be a crossword fan.)

After a few minutes, the Pope looks over and asks if our friend likes crosswords. Very much so, he reponds. Well, says the Pope, can you think of a four letter word for woman ending in u-n-t? The gentleman's mind races, he breaks out into a sweat, and (being an AR member and cool under pressure) answers "aunt, a-u-n-t".

Bene, bene, says his eminence. Would you perchance have an eraser?