The original joke of this thread reminds me of one I once read:
A man appears at the pearly gates. Saint Peter is there and says, "I'm terribly sorry, but the Lord is on one of his little kicks and will only let those in today who have otherwise had a bad day."
The man says, "Well, I died. Isn't that worthy enough of a bad day?"
Saint Peter replies, "Tell me how you died and we will see."
The man related his story. "I was sure my wife was cheating on me, so I ran all the way up ten flights of stairs and burst into our apartment and found her naked in the bedroom. I was incensed, let me tell you. I tore open the closet looking for the guy, but he wasn't there. I ripped the bed apart, but he wasn't beneath it. I ran for the living room and looked behind the couch, but nothing! I heard a noise in the kitchen and I ran into there. I saw some guy clinging to the windowsill, so I ran over and started kicking at his fingers. He yelled and hollered, but I kept right on kicking until he lost his grip. I watched him fall ten stories, but he landed on an awning and rolled off onto the pavement. I was still so mad that I grabbed the refrigerator and threw it out the window, but I must have overdid it because I never saw it hit. The next thing I saw was you, so I must have just keeled over right then and there."
Saint Peter considers and then says, "Yeah, that's a pretty bad day. Go on in."
A short time later, another guy appears and Saint Peter tells him of God's restrictions that day and gets him to relate his story.
"I'm a window washer, see. I do windows for this high-rise downtown and I was in the middle of cleaning the windows on the 20th floor when my safety harness snapped and I plummeted toward the ground. I reached for anything I could get my hands on and I just happened to snag the windowsill of an apartment somewhere below me. Just when I thought my life had been spared, this total nutbar starts screaming at me and kicking my fingers. I'm yelling and screaming back, but this guy is insane. He manages to kick me loose and I'm suddenly back to falling. My hands hurt so bad that I can't grab anything, but somehow I manage to bounce off the front entrance awning and land on the sidewalk. I'm hurt, believe you me, but I'm alive. I laugh and praise God and roll over. That's when I saw this refrigerator barreling down at my head. The next thing I know, I'm here."
Saint Peter chuckles to himself and agrees that the fellow has had a very bad day. He lets him inside.
Moments later, Former President Bill Clinton appears in front of Saint Peter. "Mr. President," Saint Peter exclaims, "you must have had a terrible day to have ended up here!"
"A bad day," Clinton says, "let me tell you about it! I was hiding from this woman's insane husband in her refrigerator..." |