A priest and a taxi driver both passed away on the same day and found themselves at the gates of Heaven, where St. Peter was waiting for them.
“Please follow me,” St. Peter said to the taxi driver, waving his hand.
The taxi driver followed obediently, and soon St. Peter led him to a massive mansion. It had everything one could imagine: an indoor theater, a heated pool, and even a personal golf course!
“Wow, thank you!” said the taxi driver, astonished and pleased with his good fortune in the afterlife.
Then, St. Peter turned to the priest, who seemed anxious and excited to see where he’d land. St. Peter led him to a small, run-down cabin. Inside was a creaky bunk bed and an old black-and-white TV with spotty reception.
“Excuse me, but isn’t there a mistake?” asked the shocked priest. “I was a PRIEST. I devoted my life to serving the church and spreading God’s word.”
St. Peter nodded thoughtfully. “True, but during your sermons, people fell asleep. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed!”
