An engineer dies, goes up to heaven and reports to the pearly gates.
St. Peter checks his dossier and says, “Ah, I see that you are an engineer. I’m sorry, but you have come to the wrong place.”
So, the engineer heads downstairs, lots of them, mile after mile, hundreds (or maybe even thousands) of levels (he loses count), and eventually he reports to the gates of hell, where he is allowed inside with no questions asked.
Pretty soon the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell and starts to design and build some improvements.
After a while, they’ve got air conditioning, flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is becoming a pretty popular guy down in the “now not quite so hot” zone.
One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and asks with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”
Satan replies, “Hey God. Things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning, flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer that you sent us is going to come up with next.”
God replies, “What??? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake — he should never have gotten down there; please send him him back up here to heaven.”
Satan says, “No way God! I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”
God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue you (God must be American right?) .”
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?”
