Things hadn’t gone well for him that day and they weren’t getting any better.
Quite suddenly, he found himself at the end of a long queue. Up ahead he could see the entrance to the place. He couldn’t help noticing that not everybody was being let in. Finally, it was his turn and he stepped forward to where an elderly gentleman with a long white beard, wearing a white robe, stood at a lectern with a large leather-bound book. Nodding, he opened the ledger and slowly scanned the pages. The other, obviously getting impatient, was shifting from foot to foot and occasionally sighing loudly. Eventually the old man found the pertinent entry and began reading. He paused, frowning up at the newcomer. Then went back to reading.
The man said, Look, “I’ve been queueing for almost an hour, can we just get on with it?”
The old man became instantly indignant. “These are the pearly gates,” he turned and waved a hand, “and this is the kingdom of heaven.” Frowning, he said, “This is not a hotel where you just book in.”
At this point the man produced a large hand gun.
“Yes, I see sir, and what would you like for breakfast?”