St. Peter says to them, “Ah, gentlemen, we’ve been expecting you. You rooms are ready.” He turns to the pilot and says, “Excuse me for a moment while I take the Pope to his room. I will return presently and will then show you to your quarters.”

 

“Gee,” says the pilot, “I wouldn’t mind tagging along with you while you take the Pope to his room. That is, of course, if you don’t mind.”

 

“We would be delighted,” says St. Peter, looking at the Pope. The Pope smiles, and they all proceed through the pearly gates.

 

They arrive at the Pope’s room, and St. Peter, opens the door. The room has a twin bed, a couple of chairs, a little table, a thirteen-inch color TV, and looks pretty much like a room in a Holiday Inn.

 

Taking his leave of the thankful Pope, St. Peter then escorts the pilot to his room. He opens the door, and the pilot is shock to see a palatial suite complete with balcony, king-size bed, spiral staircase, color TV console with remote control, stereo, DVD, plush carpeting, jacuzzi, and a sauna. He is totally flabbergasted and says to St. Peter, “This room is terrific! But tell me, why is it that the pope, the leader of the entire Roman Catholic Church, got only a standard room, and I got this wonderful penthouse?”

 

“To tell you the truth,” says St. Peter, “we have had many popes check in up here, but you’re the first pilot to make it.”