I ran this back in February 2009. It was my favorite Jesuit story then. It still is now.
Many years ago, a dear Jesuit pal of mine in Dublin was sent railroad tickets by friends in Galway so that he could visit them for the weekend. On the way there, he luxuriated in the [relative] comfort of First Class. On Sunday evening, however, just as he was about to board the train back to Dublin, he met another Jesuit on the platform and reluctantly concluded he’d better ride back to Dublin with him in Second Class.
Irish Railways being what they are, it was only when they were a few miles outside Dublin that the conductor came around to check their tickets. The conductor glanced down at them and then said, “Fathers, you both have First Class tickets. What are you doing sitting in Second Class?”
I’m not quite sure about the moral of the story, but I love it.