Three males arrive on the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter appears to be like 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 good, however trustworthy. Right here’s a Hyundai.”
The third man sighs.
“Ten instances… perhaps extra.”
Saint Peter raises an eyebrow.
“Nicely… at the least you’re trustworthy. Right here’s your trip.”
He arms him the keys.
“…a rusty previous Geo Metro.”
Years go in Heaven.
At some point, 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 bought one of the best automotive in Heaven. What may presumably be unsuitable?”
The person slowly appears to be like 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 immediately…
the Mercedes doesn’t really feel so spectacular anymore.
