God walks into a bar. Says to the barkeep, “Whiskey please.”
The bartender turns to God and says, “Can’t serve booze on Sunday.”
“Who came up with that dumb idea?” God wants to know.
The barkeep says, “I think You did.”
“What do you mean I did?” God has about had it with the guy behind the bar.
“Isn’t it one of the Big Ten? Something about remembering the Sabbath and keeping it holy.”
“Oh, that one. Maybe My way of keeping the Sabbath day holy is to have a drink. What do you think about that?”
The bartender ain’t giving an inch. “You can drink all you want. Just do it in somebody else’s place. I ain’t about to lose my license. Even if You are the Almighty.”
“Look, if I say it’s okay, it’s okay. Why do you think I came up with the 613 laws in Leviticus?”
“Don’t know,” the bartender says.
“Technicalities. I put enough ifs, ands and buts in there that you can drive a camel through that sucker, if you’re a liking to. Now give Me that drink.”
“No can do,” the bartender says firmly. “And if You keep pestering me, I am calling the cops.”
“You would call the cops on God?” the Almighty asks. He is getting very frustrated.
“Darn tooting I would.”
“Well, I’ll be—” God says.
“Hey. No taking the Lord’s Name in vain.”
“I was just going to say son of a bitch,” God says.
“And none of that either,” the bartender says. “This is a family establishment.”
“Did anybody ever tell you that you’re acting like a lawyer?”
“I’d take that as a compliment. I have a Doctor of Jurisprudence. I just can’t practice at the bar in this state.”
“What do you think you’re doing here? Practicing at the bar.” God laughs.
“Oh, get off it.”
“Look,” God says. “I’ve had a long week and this is my only day off.”
“At least, you get a day off. I haven’t had a day off in a month of Sundays. Trying to pay off my Student loans.”
“Well, it was one heaven of a week,” God gets going. “If you know what I mean. Monday I made the heavens and the earth and separated the dark from the light. Tuesday, I had to get the water where I wanted it. It was all over the place. Thought I would never get the Pacific to play along and shape up. Wednesday, I started growing plants and trees and stuff. That was hard to pull off since I do not have the best of green thumbs. Along comes Thursday and that’s when I give everybody a starry night. Friday, birds and fishes. Then Saturday, it was the animals. I should have left well-enough alone and stopped there. But no, I had to go and screw everything up. And I was having such a good time too.”
By this time, the bartender is leaning on the bar, looking into God’s sky blues, listening. He asks, “What’d you do?”
“I made a man.”
“You didn’t?” The bartender is taken aback.
“I did. Worst mistake of My life. First thing the guy starts off, asking questions. Like I have all the answers.”
“I most assuredly do not,” God says emphatically.
“Thought they taught you all the answers in God School.”
“They do,” God says. “But I CLEPed out. I figured I already had all the answers so I just tested and they gave Me My diploma. Little did I know.”
“I see what You mean. Don’t take the easy way out. That’s always been my motto.”
“Before I know, the guy goes on a naming spree. Can you imagine calling a thing a dog and not a wolf. How he can tell the two apart I will never know. I was happy just calling them thing-a-majigs and whatchamacallits. And you want to know the worst part?”
“What’s that?” The excitement is killing the bartender metaphorically speaking.
“He wanted a wife.”
“He didn’t.” Barkeep can’t believe his ears. “Why would he want to go and do a dumb fool thing like that?”
“Beats me,” God says, shaking his head.
“So what did You do?”
“Figured he wanted her that bad, he should get what he deserved. I gave him what he wanted. Lilith. She was nice. I should get First Prize for that creation. You know what happened next?”
“Haven’t a clue.” The bartender is in suspense.
“The dumb ass goes and cheats on her. Some girl from Eden name of Eve. Lilith was royally pissed. I had to give her a divorce. I offered marriage counseling. But she wasn’t having none of that. So it was a divorce. He didn’t sign a pre-nup either,” God smiles. “I must say I am kind of proud of her. She took him to the cleaners. Then I had a good talking with Adam. Told him that he was in big trouble if he did it again. Breaking one of the Big Ten. Adultery. Can you imagine?’
“I can’t.” The bartender shakes his head at the gall of the guy. “I been with the same woman for thirty years now and we have the best of marriages. Oh, sure. She gets on my nerves and I get on her nerves from time to time. That’s to be expected. That’s why I go off on my hunting trips and she goes on one of them Napa Valley Wine Tours.”
“One of these days I am going to have to try one of them tours myself. I hear those California wines can compete with any of the Frenches.”
“I wouldn’t know about that,” the bartender says. “I’m not much for wine. Give me a brewski and I’m a happy man.”
“I’m not much of a connoisseur myself,” God says. “Other than turning water into wine occasionally. If you’re ever up for trying wine, the Cana Wine Tasters Association have a great weekend in the fall every year. They do the place up real nice. You and your lady would enjoy it. Give you a chance for a second honeymoon.”
“Maybe I’ll take you up on that,” the bartender says. He’d been thinking second honeymoon lately. Something special for their anniversary.
“Anyway back to the Garden of Eden,” God says. “I get the guy and this Eve fixed up and married and I am off taking a nap. Nothing like a good siesta to get the energy back up. I wake up and find out the two of them have gone and done it.”
“What’d they do?” the bartender wanted to know.
“They ate one of my apples. After all the work I put in on that apple tree, they just pluck one off the branches and take a big bite. I would have let them have one if they had asked nicely. But no, they had to go and take.”
The bartender was amazed. “Ain’t that the way with some. Take, take, take.”
“So I up and kicked their butts out of Eden. After all I have done for them. Now they’re on their own. Good riddance.”
“Good riddance.” The bartender can’t believe what happened. “You have had a tough week. You still want that drink?”
“You’re going to bend the rules for Moi?” God asks.
“After what you’ve been through.” The bartender reaches for a bottle of Johnny Red behind the bar and pours a glass for God. He passes it over to the Man Upstairs.
God smiles. Then pulls out a badge and says, “I’m closing you down. No booze on Sunday means no booze on Sunday.”
“No buts about it, Lucifer,” God says. “I’ve been trying to close this Purgatory Bar of yours down for millennia and finally I get to do it.”
God pushes the bartender out the front door, then padlocks the joint. He turns to Lucifer and says, “And you can tell that brother of yours, Beelzebub, I am going to close him down too. I am sick and tired of folks being sent off to his place every time they ask for directions. I ask them what happened and they say somebody directed them and said, ‘Go to Hell.’ I’m telling you his Hell Bar and Grill is going the way of the dinosaurs if I have anything to say about it.”
With that, God got in His new Mercedes and drove off, a huge smile on his face. It had indeed been a good Sabbath.