AN IRISHMAN AND A PRIEST
An Irishman who never went to church met the priest one morning.
"Good morning, son of the Devil,” said the priest.
"Good morning, Father," answered the Irishman.
“Father,” he continued, “last night I had a dream.”
“I don’t care about your dreams,” answered the priest.
"But, Father, I dreamed about you.”
"Indeed? Then tell me about it.”
"I dreamed that I was dead and that I was going to Heaven.”
“To Heaven? That’s nonsense! You will never go to Heaven.”
“Still I dreamed I was going to Heaven, Father.
I saw a very long staircase at the foot of which an angel was standing.
The angel gave me a very big piece of chalk,
and told me to make a cross on every step of t