A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there
were thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter. To his
surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down the long
line to where the lawyer was, and greeted him warmly. Then St. Peter and one of his assistants took the lawyer by the hands
and guided him up to the front of the line, and into a comfortable
chair by his desk. The lawyer said, "I don't mind all this attention, but what makes me so special?"
St. Peter replied, "Well, I've added up all the hours for which you
billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about 193 years
old!"
Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:31 am