An alcoholic died and entered the pearly gates. All her friends on earth really missed her. One day, God sent her back to earth to assist with one particularly recalcitrant drunk, and while she was there, she decided she'd drop by her former home group to see her sponsor.
"Wow," her sponsor said when she saw her, turning white as an igloo, "I thought you died."
"I did," she said.
"Wow, well, I'm just stunned. But tell me, what's Heaven like?" asked her sponsor.
"Oh, it's great," she replied.
"Really? Tell me more; I want to know all about it," her sponsor insisted, patting the empty chair beside her.
"Well," she hemmed, "I'm not really sure you want to know."
"Sure I do," her sponsor said. "Here, sit, let's talk."
"Well, it's kind of a good news/bad news kind of thing. I mean, there's an endless supply of gourmet coffee, soft chairs to sit in, no one takes your inventory anymore, all the meetings are non-smoking, and every Saturday night there's a big speaker meeting," she explained.
"Hey," said her sponsor enthusiastically, "that sounds pretty good to me. What's the bad news?"
"You're speaking there next Saturday."
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