Three males arrive on the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter seems at them and asks one easy query:
“What number of instances did you ch*at in your wives?”
The primary man steps ahead confidently.
“By no means. Not as soon as in 30 years.”
Saint Peter smiles.
“Excellent. In your loyalty… listed below are the keys to a brand-new Mercedes.”
The second man hesitates.
“Simply as soon as… in 40 years.”
Saint Peter nods.
“Not excellent, however sincere. Right here’s a Hyundai.”
The third man sighs.
“Ten instances… possibly extra.”
Saint Peter raises an eyebrow.
“Properly… a minimum of you’re sincere. Right here’s your experience.”
He arms him the keys.
“…a rusty outdated Geo Metro.”
Years move in Heaven.
Someday, at a crimson gentle, the person within the Geo Metro pulls up subsequent to the Mercedes.
He gl*nces over—
—and freezes.
The person within the Mercedes…
is crying.
Head on the wheel.
Shoulders shaking.
“Hey… what occurred?” the Geo driver asks.
“You’ve received one of the best automotive in Heaven. What might probably be mistaken?”
The person slowly seems up.
Eyes crimson.
Voice breaking.
“I simply noticed my spouse…”
Pause.
“…go by.”
The Geo driver frowns.
“So?”
An extended pause.
The person takes a deep breath.
“…she was on rollerblades.”
Silence.
And all of the sudden…
the Mercedes doesn’t really feel so spectacular anymore.
