"It is I!" is the reply. "Oy, another goddam English teacher," says Saint Pete as he retires for the night.

Yes, but you failed to finish the story, jheem.

The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast and choir rehearsals, Saint Peter admitted the not-yet-sufficiently-humbled english teacher.

He directed the english teacher to his room, stopping only to introduce him to the person in the room opposite, a lawyer in his former life.

The lawyer's room was palatial, furnished with every tasteful amenity. There was even a phone next to the bed for room service.

The english teacher then espied his own living quarters through the open door off the hallway. The room was drab and spartan, empty except for a cot.

The english teacher reeled in righteous indignation. "I am an english teacher and this is what you have for me! He's a lawyer. Look where he's living!"

"Yes", replied Saint Peter, unperturbed. "We have many english teachers up here. But we only have one lawyer."