Made for each other

ANGEL: Look, there’s a wedding in St. Patrick’s Cathedral! Max and Jenny… wow, they sure seem happy.

GOD: Yeah, that looks like a really nice event.

ANGEL: Did you hear the vows? Max said the two of them were made for each other. It was so romantic.

GOD: Yeah. That’s nice that he thinks that.

ANGEL: You mean … they’re not made for each other?

GOD: No. I made Max for a woman named Alice Fishbein.

ANGEL: Who’s she?

GOD: She lives in Peekskill. She and Max have identical senses of humour and the same taste in furniture. They’re both obsessed with baking. Their sexual organs are mathematically proportioned to provide each other with the maximum amount of pleasure. It would have been incredible.

ANGEL: Wow. How come they didn’t end up together?

GOD: I thought it was going to happen. Max lives in Croton. That’s only two towns over. I figured they’d run into each other sooner or later and it would be love at first sight. Guess it never panned out.

ANGEL: What about Jenny? Who is she made for?

GOD: I made her for this guy Tom, in Calgary. He loves red and purple Life Savers and she loves the citrus flavours, so if they ever bought a pack, it would work out perfectly. Also, Tom plays the violin and Jenny plays the upright bass, so if they ever wanted to jam, they could just go ahead and jam.

ANGEL: But Calgary … that’s all the way in Canada.

GOD: Yeah. I should have put them closer.
(Church bells ring below.)

ANGEL: Oh, no – it’s too late!

GOD: That’s okay. Who knows? Maybe they’ll be happy.

ANGEL: Really? Is that possible?

GOD: Stranger things have happened.