Three airline pilots arrived at the Golden Gate for their eternal assignments. The guide greeted them and they got on an elevator.

 

The first stop was at the top of heaven - a great view, private bath, library, “the works.” Turning to the Northwest pilot, he said, "here you are," and left with the other two.

 

The elevator descended to a lower level, and the Continental pilot was assigned to a typical motel room - bath, closet, comfortable but nothing exceptional.

 

The guide then took the remaining pilot to the lower levels, where he was assigned to a sparse room - bunk, table, chair, clothes rack - nothing else.

 

The pilot, an American type, said "I don't like to complain, at least I'm here, but why do I get such a plain place when the Northwest bum got such a cozy suite?"

 

"Simple," said the guide, "we've never had anybody from Northwest here before."