Here's a tale for the next time you're out with colleagues:
A highly successful PR exec dies, and her soul arrives in heaven. She's
met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter.
"We've never once had a PR executive make it this far, and we're not
really sure what to do with you," he says. "So we're going to let you
have a day in hell and a day in heaven, and you can choose whichever one
you want to spend eternity in."
St. Peter puts her in an elevator, and it goes to hell. The doors open,
and she steps out onto a beautiful golf course, and there are all her
friends dressed in evening wear and cheering for her. They play a round
of golf and then go to the clubhouse, where they all enjoy a delicious
lobster dinner. The PR exec meets the devil himself, who is both
handsome and charming.
She leaves reluctantly, and the elevator takes her straight up to
heaven, where she spends the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds,
playing the harp, and singing, before returning to St. Peter to
"So, what'll it be?" he asks. She pauses for a while, and replies, "I
never thought I'd say this, but although heaven was lovely, I think I
had a better time in hell." So down she goes.
When the doors of the elevator open, however, she finds herself standing
in a desolate wasteland. Her friends are dressed in rags, and they're
all picking up garbage.
The considerably less-handsome devil comes over to her and puts his arm
around her with a leer. "I don't understand," the woman complains.
"Yesterday there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster
and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of
garbage, and all my friends look miserable."
The devil looks at her and smiles. "Yesterday we were pitching to you;
today you're a client."