Poetic justice

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An HR manager is hit by a bus on the way home from work.

She wakes up facing the pearly gates surrounded to a bright light.
St Peter smiles kindly at her from across his lectern. He flips though a couple of pages in his ledger and sighs.

he says

The HR manages thinks that this seems more than fair and agrees.

She says.

With a 'ping' and elevator door appears and she steps in.
After a short, but terrifying plunge, the doors open and she steps out on to an immaculate golf course.
The sun is shining and the birds are tweeting in the blue sky.
In the distance, she can see several of her old friends and colleages who had passed away previously.
They smile and wave at her.

The HR manager enjoys a happy reunion with her ex-colleages and they play a round of golf on the immaculate course, interupted only by the arrival of a magnificent buffet lunch.
Over lunch, she meets the Devil and finds him to be a charming bloke - and quite fanciable.

When the game is finished, they retire for cocktails then enjoy a meal of steak and lobster.
After dinner there is dancing and music. She dances with the Devil and is sure that there is a little something there.

It seems like only moments have elapsed before the elevator appears with another 'ping'.
Reluctantly she tears herself away from the Devil's arms and steps in.

There is a 'woosh' that leaves her stomach behind, and she steps out and through the pearly gates.

The following day is a bit of a disapointment. She sits on a cloud and watches the angels around her practicing on their harps.

It's a relief when it's all over and she finds herself back before St Peter.

He asks.

St Peter nods in an understanding manner and gestures to the lift that will take her to her home for all eternity.
With a 'woosh' she steps back out into Hell.

But it's not the Hell she remembers.
The ground is strewn with rubble and litter. Her ex-colleagues are dressed in sacks and rags while they hunt through the debris looking for bits of shite to eat for dinner.
The Devil is standing over them with a whip in his hand.

Asks the horrified HR manager.

The devil gives here an evil smile and replies,

 

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That is a total classic!

 

Brilliant mate.