Priest and Taxi Driver

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.