The husband shrugged. “Exactly! And we’d have arrived early to enjoy all this!”
St. Peter cleared his throat politely. “Well… technically that’s not exactly how it works.”
But the husband had already wandered over to the enormous buffet table in the heavenly restaurant.
“Look at this!” he said excitedly, piling his plate high with steak, lobster, and chocolate cake.
The wife looked horrified. “You’re going to eat all of that?”
“Of course,” he said proudly. “The man just told us it’s impossible to gain weight here.”
He took a huge bite of steak and closed his eyes happily. “Best meal I’ve had in twenty years.”
The wife slowly picked up a small salad.
The husband stared at her. “You’re STILL eating like that?”
“Well,” she said cautiously, “old habits are hard to break.”
At that moment an angel walked by carrying a tray of warm chocolate chip cookies.
The husband grabbed two handfuls.
“You know,” he said with a grin, “maybe Heaven isn’t so bad after all.”
Just then St. Peter returned.
“So,” he asked, “how are you enjoying everything so far?”
The husband wiped chocolate from his mouth and said, “It’s amazing. But I do have one question.”
St. Peter sighed. “What is it now?”
The husband looked around at the mansion, the golf course, the endless buffet… then leaned closer and whispered:
“Tell me the truth… is there a treadmill anywhere around here?”
St. Peter smiled.
“Oh yes,” he said.
The husband’s face dropped.
“But don’t worry,” St. Peter added. “Nobody has used it in centuries.”
The husband grinned again, grabbed another cookie, and said:
“Perfect. Now THAT really is Heaven.” 😂