A priest and a taxi driver both died
and went to heaven. St. Peter
was at the Pearly gates waiting for
them.

‘Come with me’, said St. Peter to the taxi driver.

The taxi driver did as he was told and followed St. Peter to a
mansion.
It had anything you could imagine from a bowling alley to an
olympic
size pool.

‘Wow, thank you’, said the taxi driver.

Next, St. Peter led the priest to a rugged old shack with a bunk
bed
and a little old television set.

‘Wait, I think you
are a little mixed up’, said the priest.
‘Shouldn’t I be the one
who gets the mansion? After all I was a priest, went
to church every
day, and preached God’s word.’

‘Yes, that’s true. But
during your sermons people slept. When the
taxi driver drove, everyone
prayed.’