#37 Pearly gates

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

I imagine it will go something like me standing at the counter ringing the little bell for assistance (kinda like at the airport lost baggage counter) and St Peter and the rest of his posse will be hiding behind the counter (kinda like at the airport lost baggage counter).

I'll hear whispers of "shut up!! She'll get the point eventually and leave."

Or maybe it'll be like a nightclub in Hollywood, where I'll refuse to have the appropriate "attire" and St. Peter is the asshole bouncer that only lets in slutty girls in groups of 5. Eventually I'll just flip him the bird and go to some other heaven where they serve the same crappy alcohol with the same creepy dudes trying to rub up on you.

Or I may just get there and St. Peter will look at me with disappointment and say, "You pressed the wrong button on the elevator again, didn't you?"