All of a sudden, two busses pull up. Out of one pours the rabbi‘s congregation and out of the other pours the priest’s congregation.
Their clothes are on the other side of the lake, so they don’t have time to retrieve them. Both decide to just make a run for it.
The priest, running with his hands covering his genitals looks over and sees the rabbi running with his hands over his face. He says, “Rabbi! What are you doing?”
The rabbi says, “In my community, they recognize me by my face.”