|A fellow evidently under the influence was trying desperately to catch a train back to his suburban home.
Three times he got on the wrong train.
Each time he was told that he would have to take another train.
When he boarded a fourth train he slumped down in a seat beside a clergyman, whose eyes, ears and nose told him that this new passenger had been drinking too much.
He told our besotted friend: “Brother, may I tell you that you are traveling the rough and rocky road to damnation.”
To which the drunk replied: “Dont tell me I am on the wrong train again!"