A taxi driver dies and goes to the gates of Heaven.
He knocks and wait.
St. Peter, comes and asks:
- Welcome my son. What is your name and what did you do on Earth?
- I'm George, and after 1989 I was 15 years driving a taxi.
- Good boy! Here, the reception committee, a silk cape and a gold scepter. You can enter!
... Right after the gate comes a priest.
The scene was repeated.
- My name is John and I have been a priest for 25 years.
St. Peter writes in the registry, then says:
- Bravo son. Here the reception committee, a cloak and a wooden staff.
You can enter.
Priest gets angry:
- Well, good St. Peter, one taxi driver was given a gold scepter and a cloak of
silk, And I ... I have provided services for Our boss, only a rod and a bag ... How
come?
St. Peter responds:
- You see, my dear, we here in Heaven, we focus on performance criteria: while you
preached, others slept, in contrast, while the driver drove, everyone prayed in the car.