Being a Heavy duty mechanic I just roared when I read this today. Those of you from this ilk will crack a smile as well I reckon.
An Australian fitter (Royalty of all Trades) dies in a car accident
> on his 40th birthday and finds himself at the Pearly Gates. A brass
> band is playing, the angels are singing a beautiful hymn, there is a
> huge crowd cheering and shouting his name, and absolutely everyone
> wants to shake his hand.
>
> Just when he thinks things can't possibly get any better, Saint Peter
> himself runs over, apologizes for not greeting him personally at the
> Pearly Gates, shakes his hand, and says, "Congratulations son, we've
> been waiting a long time for you."
>
> "Totally confused and a little embarrassed, the fitter sheepishly
> looks at Saint Peter and says "Saint Peter, I tried to lead a
> God-fearing life, I loved my family, I tried to obey the 10
> commandments, but congratulations for what? I honestly don't remember
> doing anything really special when I was alive. Is it because I'm a
> fitter - the Royalty of all Trades??"
>
> "Congratulations for what?" says Saint Peter, totally amazed at the
> man's modesty.
>
> "We're celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old! God
> himself wants to see you!"
>
> The fitter is awestruck and can only look at Saint Peter with his
> mouth wide open. When he regains his power of speech, he looks up at
> Saint Peter and says "Saint Peter, I lived my life in the eternal hope
> that when I died I would be judged by God and be found to be worthy,
> but I only lived to be forty."
>
> "That's simply impossible son," says Saint Peter, "We've added up your
> time sheets."