A Bostonian dies and
is sent to Hell.
He had been a horrible man his entire life.
The
devil puts him to work breaking up rocks with a sledgehammer. To make
it
worse he cranks up the temperature and the humidity.
After a couple of
days, the devil checks in on his victim to see if he is
suffering
adequately. The devil is aghast as the Bostonian is happily
swinging his
hammer and whistling a happy tune.
The devil walks up to him and says,
"I don't understand this. I've turned
the heat way up, it's humid, you're
crushing rocks; why are you so happy?"
The Bostonian, with a big smile,
looks at the devil and replies, "This is
great! It reminds me of August in
Boston. Hot, humid, a good place to
work. It reminds me of home. This is
fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the
Bostonian's
remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a
driving
rain and torrential wind.
Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess.
Walking in mud up to his knees with dust
blowing into his eyes, the
Bostonian is happily slogging through the mud
pushing a wheelbarrow full of
crushed rocks.
Again, the devil asks how he can be happy in such
conditions.
The Bostonian replies, "This is great! Just like April in
Boston. It
reminds me of working out in the yard with spring
planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to
make the
Bostonian suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell
is blanketed in snow and ice.
Confident that this will surely make
the Bostonian unhappy, the devil
checks in on him. He is again aghast at
what he sees.
The Bostonian is dancing, singing, and twirling his
sledgehammer as he
cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't
you know its 40 below zero!?" screams the
devil.
Jumping up and down
the Bostonian throws a snowball at the devil and
yells, "Hell's frozen
over!! This means the Red Sox won the World Series!!"