An accountant shows up at the Pearly Gates...

An accountant shows up at the Pearly Gates and stands before St. Peter. St. Peter eyes the dapper little man, and asks:

"I haven't much in my scroll about your life. What good and noble acts have you done to merit entrance into Paradise?"

The accountant replied;

"Good Saint, one time I was driving in my Prius and I came across a gang of bikers who were treating a lady very rudely. I stopped, got out of my car, and walked over to their parked motorcycles and tipped them over in the dirt. Then I walked up to the leader of the biker gang-- a big fellow, 6'9'', 300 pounds, tattoos covering huge slabs of muscle."

St Peter observed:

"Good. You were defending the lady, my son. Such chivalry." 

The accountant smiled modestly, and he stood straighter:

"I looked up at the big lug, and I said with confidence: 'Now listen here, fella-- you leave this lady alone, if you know what's good for you!'

"He didn't respond, so I kicked dirt on his boots, pulled his beard, and flicked his nose ring with my finger. Then I said he was a lily-livered little pansy"

St. Peter smiled:

"Very impressive. All to protect the lady. A true act of courage and charity. When did you do this courageous act?"

"A few minutes ago".