A prominent young lawyer died on his way to court, and found himself before the gates of Heaven. When he arrived, a chorus of angels appeared, singing in his honor. St. Peter himself came out to shake his hand. "Mr Jones, " said St. Peter, "it is a great honor to have you here at last. You are the first being to break Methuselah's record for longevity. You have lived 1028 years."
"What are you talking about?" asked the lawyer. "I'm 46."
"46? But aren't you Steven Jones? The lawyer from Brooklyn"
"Yes, " the lawyer answered.
"Let me check the records, " said St Peter. He slapped his hand against his forehead. "Oh, how silly of us. Now I see the mistake! We accidentally calcluated your age by adding up the hours you billed to your clients!"
"What are you talking about?" asked the lawyer. "I'm 46."
"46? But aren't you Steven Jones? The lawyer from Brooklyn"
"Yes, " the lawyer answered.
"Let me check the records, " said St Peter. He slapped his hand against his forehead. "Oh, how silly of us. Now I see the mistake! We accidentally calcluated your age by adding up the hours you billed to your clients!"
