Cheating Wife

A husband was sure that his wife was cheating on him. He just knew it, but couldn't bring himself to talk about it with her. Finally, the pressure became too much, and he resolved to try to catch her in the act. They lived in an apartment house on the 5th floor.

So he told her he had to leave town for a few days, packed up, kissed her goodbye, and went across the street to another apartment house, hid beneath a hedge and waited.

Before long, he thought he saw a man in the window. So he rushed across the street, into the apartment house, up the stairs (because the elevator was too slow), and pounded on the door of his apartment. The wife opened the door, and the husband snarled, "OK, where is he?" and rushed into the apartment.

Nothing. He went from room to room, and nothing. Then he saw a movement outside the kitchen window. He rushed to it, threw up the window, and looking down, saw a partially clad man shinnying down the drainpipe.

He lost it, and picked up the refrigerator, and threw it down on the man on the drainpipe. The next thing he knew, he was at the gate of Heaven. Saint Peter said to him, "How did you get here?"

The man replied, "Well, I though my wife was cheating me, so I burst in on the apartment, and the next thing I knew, I saw a guy outside, I picked up the refrigerator, threw it out the window at him, and boom -- I'm here. Must have had a heart attack!"

St. Peter says, 'OK, you're in," and turns to the next guy. "How come you're here?"

The guy says, "I live on the top floor of this apartment house, and I overslept. I was late for work, and I got partially dressed, but couldn't wait for the elevator 'cause it was so slow, so I climbed out the window, and was shinnying down the drainpipe, when I heard a noise, and looked up, and here came this refrigerator. Boom! Here I am."

"OK," says St. Peter, "You can come in." Then he turned to the third guy standing there, and said to him, "How come you're here?"

The guy said, shivering, "Well, I was in this refrigerator when all of a sudden . . ."

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