Congrats to Leonard Little

After being in a coma for four years, Doug expected to wake up in a hospital with his butt hanging out of a gown, not sitting on the side of the road in cutoffs and sandals.
He could feel the blacktop burning into the soles of his shoes when smoke filled his eyes. He screamed and kicked his feet into the air, but there was no pain. As the smoke cleared he could see a young voluptuous woman standing in front of him.
Still worried about the hot pavement, Doug slid backward onto the dirt and stood up eying the hot babe, who was in turn checking him out.
The hottie laughed. “I’m supposed to tell you that someone grabbed your soul before they were supposed to, and this was the best they could do on short notice, but from where I’m standing you lucked out Papi.”
“Papi! My name’s Doug Slater and I want to talk to the head angel about—
The Brazilian babe wagged her finger in front of his face.
“First, Papi is Latino for ‘hot guy’. Second, you were a banker what about that says heaven. The minor demon who grabbed your soul was so anxious to get you, he grabbed your soul five minutes before your money grubbing son pulled the plug. The man upstairs called us on it, so you get a second chance.
And lastly FYI I am the one in charge, but with a bod like this, I ain’t no angel.”