Three women once sat together proudly comparing their sons’ success stories. The first beamed, “My son graduated top of his class from Oxford and now earns $250,000 a year as a doctor in Chicago.” The second smiled even wider. “That’s lovely. My son graduated first from Cambridge. He’s a lawyer in Los Angeles making half a million a year.” The third woman shrugged modestly. “Well, my son never cared much for school and didn’t attend university. But he earns a million pounds a year in London as a sports repairman.” The other two blinked in confusion. “A sports repairman?” they asked. She nodded calmly. “Yes, he fixes things — hockey games, football matches, snooker tournaments.” Sometimes the biggest earnings don’t come from degrees — but from knowing how to “adjust” the scoreboard.
In another tale, three men reached Heaven’s gates and were told their transportation across the final bridge would reflect their faithfulness. The first admitted, “Five years married… I cheated three times.” He received an old pickup truck. The second said, “Eleven years, only once,” and was handed the keys to a sleek Mercedes. The third proudly declared, “Twenty years, never once. We loved each other deeply.” The angel, impressed, gifted him a gold Lamborghini. As he drove ahead of the others, they later found him parked and crying. “What’s wrong?” they asked. He sighed, “I just saw my wife — she was riding a skateboard.” Even in paradise, comparisons can still sting.