The elderly matron was moving slowly but steadily and with great dignity up the stairs to a notable area church. As she was late for the wedding, she did not want to be detailed.
Owing to the notoriety of the church and the affair, users were strategically posted and one inquired firmly after her invitation.
"I don't have one," said she.
"Well then, are you a friend of the groom?"
"I should say not," retorted the woman, "I'm the bride's mother ..."