Three men stood outside the Gates of Heaven, waiting for their entry into paradise. The gatekeeper angel announced the rules of transit: “Your transportation across the grand bridge into Heaven depends entirely on how faithful you were to your spouse back on Earth.”
The first man stepped up. “I was married for five years and cheated three times.” The angel sighed and handed him the keys to a rusty, beat-up pickup truck.
The second man stepped up. “I was married for eleven years and only strayed once.” The angel nodded approvingly and granted him a sleek, brand-new Mercedes.
The third man stepped up proudly. “I was married for twenty years and never once looked at another woman. We loved each other unconditionally.” Highly impressed, the angel bestowed upon him a flawless, limited-edition golden Lamborghini.
The third man zoomed off, leaving the others in his dust. However, a few hours later, the first two men pulled up to a heavenly roadside diner and found the Lamborghini owner sitting alone at a table, sobbing uncontrollably.
The man in the Mercedes walked over to comfort him. “Hey buddy, what’s wrong? You’re in paradise, you were a perfect husband, and you’re driving a golden supercar! Why on earth are you crying?”
The man looked up with tear-stained cheeks and choked out:
“Because thirty minutes ago, I passed my wife… and she was riding a skateboard!”
