The devil is in the details
I got a chuckle out of this joke somebody sent me. It's most appropriate for election day, so have a good laugh on me.
A U.S. Congressman was crossing the street when he was run over by a bus. He arrived in heaven and was met by St. Peter.
"Welcome to heaven," said St. Peter. "Sorry, but we don't get too many elected officials around here, so we’re not quite sure how to act and what to do with you. We would like to go ahead and let you in, but I have orders from the Big Man to require you to spend one day in heaven and one day in hell. That way, you can decide where you want to spend eternity.’’
The politician pleaded to stay in heaven, but St. Peter would not back down.
“Sorry,’’ he said. “Rules are rules.’’
So St. Peter took the congressman to the elevator and pushed the button to the basement. When the doors of hell opened, the congressman was surprised to find himself at a plush golf course with beautiful fairways and breathtaking views.
He also saw some of his old buddies from Washington. They all rushed to greet him, slapped him on the back and remembered the good old days out on the campaign trail. After a round of golf, they all gathered at the clubhouse for steak, lobster and champagne. He also met the devil, who was friendly and a good dancer.
When it was time to go, the politician returned to heaven, where he was reunited with St. Peter for his tour of heaven. It was also a glorious place, with lots of joy and singing.
“It’s time to choose your eternity,’’ St. Peter said. “Which is it? Heaven or hell?”
“Heaven was great,’’ said the congressman. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. And the singing was glorious. But I was really surprised at how delightful it was in hell. That golf course was terrific. All my fellow politicians are there. I know I could be happy in hell.’’
St. Peter nodded, pushed the buttons on the elevator and took him back to hell. When the doors opened, there was no golf course to be found and no fancy meal in the dining room. The land was barren, and there was trash everywhere. His friends were on the back of a garbage truck, picking up the mounds of trash piled high on the side of the road.
The devil came over with the welcome wagon.
“What happened?” said the congressman. “Yesterday was one of the most delightful days of my life. Everything was perfect. We played golf, ate and drank and danced.''
The devil smiled.
“Yesterday we were campaigning,’’ he said. “Today you voted.’’
A U.S. Congressman was crossing the street when he was run over by a bus. He arrived in heaven and was met by St. Peter.
"Welcome to heaven," said St. Peter. "Sorry, but we don't get too many elected officials around here, so we’re not quite sure how to act and what to do with you. We would like to go ahead and let you in, but I have orders from the Big Man to require you to spend one day in heaven and one day in hell. That way, you can decide where you want to spend eternity.’’
The politician pleaded to stay in heaven, but St. Peter would not back down.
“Sorry,’’ he said. “Rules are rules.’’
So St. Peter took the congressman to the elevator and pushed the button to the basement. When the doors of hell opened, the congressman was surprised to find himself at a plush golf course with beautiful fairways and breathtaking views.
He also saw some of his old buddies from Washington. They all rushed to greet him, slapped him on the back and remembered the good old days out on the campaign trail. After a round of golf, they all gathered at the clubhouse for steak, lobster and champagne. He also met the devil, who was friendly and a good dancer.
When it was time to go, the politician returned to heaven, where he was reunited with St. Peter for his tour of heaven. It was also a glorious place, with lots of joy and singing.
“It’s time to choose your eternity,’’ St. Peter said. “Which is it? Heaven or hell?”
“Heaven was great,’’ said the congressman. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. And the singing was glorious. But I was really surprised at how delightful it was in hell. That golf course was terrific. All my fellow politicians are there. I know I could be happy in hell.’’
St. Peter nodded, pushed the buttons on the elevator and took him back to hell. When the doors opened, there was no golf course to be found and no fancy meal in the dining room. The land was barren, and there was trash everywhere. His friends were on the back of a garbage truck, picking up the mounds of trash piled high on the side of the road.
The devil came over with the welcome wagon.
“What happened?” said the congressman. “Yesterday was one of the most delightful days of my life. Everything was perfect. We played golf, ate and drank and danced.''
The devil smiled.
“Yesterday we were campaigning,’’ he said. “Today you voted.’’
posted by Ed Grisamore at 5:30 AM
1 Comments:
Ha! Cute.
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