Favotite Salesman Joke

[schrederman]

Joe was an RV salesman... a good one. He was always punctual and prepared. One day as he was heading to a sales call, he looked down at the radio for an instant, and the next thing he saw was an 18-wheeler's chrome bumper about a foot from his windshield... and then... Saint Peter. "Well, Joe, right on time as usual. We've been expecting you. However, we were not quite sure what to do with you, being a salesman and all. So yesterday, it was decided to give you a choice, and let you look in both places." With that he waved his right hand and the clouds parted. The Pearly Gates opened and it was all he could have imagined... simply beautiful. "That's for me!" he said gleefully. "But you have to give the devil his due..." Saint Peter said. And with that he waved his left hand. The clouds once again parted and a large, red-hot manhole cover slid noisily out of the way. When Joe looked down in there he saw the most terrific looking party he'd ever seen... Guys were drinking beer, talking fishing and football, and being flirted with by young, beautiful, scantily-clad women. "Really?!?! Well, maybe I spoke too soon!" With that Saint Peter gave him a little nudge and he tumbled down, down, down, past all the party and landed in boiling oil up to his chin. "Well Joe! Right on time... we've been expecting you!" Satan said with a lilt in his voice. "But... but... what about the party?" Joe pleaded. Came Satan's reply... "Oh, that's just the sales pitch... You're a customer, now!"