Henry Ford dies and goes to heaven. At the Gates, St. Peter greets
> > Ford, and tells him, "Well, you've been such a good guy, and your
> > invention...the assembly line for the automobile...changed the
> > world. "
> >
> > As a reward, you can hang out with anyone in Heaven you want."
> >
> > Ford thinks about it, and says, - "I want to hang out with God
> > Himself."
> >
> > So, the befuddled St. Peter takes Ford to the Throne Room, and
> > introduces him to God. Ford then asks God, - "When you invented
> > Woman, what were You thinking?"
> >
> > God asks, "What do you mean?"
> >
> > "Well," says Ford, "You have some major design flaws in your
> > invention:
> >
> > 1. There's too much front end protrusion.
> > 2. It chatters way too much at high speeds.
> > 3. Maintenance is extremely high.
> > 4. It constantly needs repainting, and refinishing.
> > 5. It is out of commission at least 5 or 6 of every 28 days.
> > 6. The rear end wobbles too much.
> > 7. The intake is placed too close to the exhaust.
> > 8. The headlights are usually too small.
> > 9. Fuel consumption is outrageous.
> >
> > Just to name a few."
> >
> > "Hmmm...," replies God, "Hold on a minute." God goes over to the
> > Celestial Supercomputer, types in a few keystrokes, and waits for
> > the results. In no time the computer prints out a report, and God
> > reads it. God then turns to Ford, and says, "It may be that my
> > invention is flawed, but according to these statistics, more men
> > are riding my invention than yours." |
