St. Peter, Condominiums And Suspicion

[Sir Burr]

There was a long line of people queuing up to get into heaven at St. Peter's gate.

St. Peter goes up to the first man in the line and asks ' Well, what's your story, how did you get here?'

'Well' said the first man, ' A meeting at work was cancelled, so, I managed to leave my office earlier than usual. I went back home to my luxury 5th floor condominium. When I opened the front door, I saw my dear wife naked on the sofa looking flushed, disheveled and perspiring. I immediately thought the worst, and accused her of messing around, which she vehemently denied. I didn't believe her so I rushed around the apartment looking for her lover. Then, I looked out onto the balconey and saw some hands clutching the railing. I went out there and discovered a man hanging there. I was angry before, but now I was livid! I tried to prise this mans fingers off the railing, but he was holding on too tight. I rushed back inside to my tool-box and fetched a hammer. I started hitting his fingers until he finally let go. He fell five stories and landed in a bush, which broke his fall. I saw him get up and dust himself off. I got so angry, that I grabbed the nearest heavy object, which happened to be the fridge, and threw it down at him. Suddenly, I had an excruciating pain in my chest, I collapsed and found myself here'

'That is one h*ll of a story' says St. Peter.

He goes to the second man in line and asks him 'How did you get here, what's your story?'

The second man says ' I was standing on a stool on the balconey of my 6th storey luxury condominium, hanging out the washing to dry. I over-balanced and fell over the railings. As I was falling, by a miracle, I managed to grab hold of the balconey railings of the apartment below me. The next thing I know, is that this angry, red-faced man is trying to prise my fingers loose. Terror gave me strength and I wouldn't let go. Instead of helping me, this mad-man goes back into his apartment and comes out with a hammer and starts smashing away at my fingers. Well. There was no way I could hold on, so I fell. I really thought that my number was up, but by a miracle, I fell into a big bush which broke my fall. I picked myself up and dusted myself off, praising God that I wasn't hurt, just a few scratches. Then, this fridge falls on to me and I found myself here'.

'That is an incredible story' says St. Peter.

He goes to the third man in line and asks 'What happened to you'.

He says 'Well, I was hiding in this fridge..........