One day while walking down the street a “consultant” was tragically hit by a bus and he died. His soul arrived up in heaven where he was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself. “Welcome to Heaven,” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in though it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we’ve never once had a consultant make it this far and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in.” said the consultant.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in.

“Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind…I prefer to stay in Heaven”.

“Sorry, we have rules…” And with that St. Peter put the consultant in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell. The doors opened and the consultant found himself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of him were all his friends – fellow consultants that he had worked with and they were all dressed and cheering for him. They ran up and shook his hand and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where he enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. He met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy and he had a great time telling jokes and dining.

The consultant was having such a good time that before he knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook his hand and waved good-bye as he got on the elevator. The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for him. “Now it’s time to spend a day in heaven.” So the consultant spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. He had a great time and before he knew it his 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got him.

“So, you’ve spent a day in hell and you’ve spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity.” The consultant paused for a second and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell.” So St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and again the consultant went down-down-down back to Hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened he found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. He saw his friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to him and put his arm around him. “I don’t understand,” stammered the consultant, “yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”

The Devil looked at him and smiled. “That’s because yesterday we were recruiting you, but today you’re staff.”

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