Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an
important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.
Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on me. If you find
me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me
life and give up me Irish Whiskey."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said
"Never mind. I found one."
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