Train ride home

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: 'Don't tell me I'm on the wrong train again!'