Three men arrive at the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter looks at them and asks one simple question:
“How many times did you ch*at on your wives?”
The first man steps forward confidently.
“Never. Not once in 30 years.”
Saint Peter smiles.
“Outstanding. For your loyalty… here are the keys to a brand-new Mercedes.”
The second man hesitates.
“Just once… in 40 years.”
Saint Peter nods.
“Not perfect, but honest. Here’s a Hyundai.”
The third man sighs.
“Ten times… maybe more.”
Saint Peter raises an eyebrow.
“Well… at least you’re honest. Here’s your ride.”
He hands him the keys.
“…a rusty old Geo Metro.”
Years pass in Heaven.
One day, at a red light, the man in the Geo Metro pulls up next to the Mercedes.
He gl*nces over—
—and freezes.
The man in the Mercedes…
is crying.
Head on the wheel.
Shoulders shaking.
“Hey… what happened?” the Geo driver asks.
“You’ve got the best car in Heaven. What could possibly be wrong?”
The man slowly looks up.
Eyes red.
Voice breaking.
“I just saw my wife…”
Pause.
“…go by.”
The Geo driver frowns.
“So?”
A longer pause.
The man takes a deep breath.
“…she was on rollerblades.”
Silence.
And suddenly…
the Mercedes doesn’t feel so impressive anymore.
