Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting & couldn’t find a parking place. Looking up to 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 & give up me Irish Whiskey!”

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Paddy looked up again & said, “Never mind, I found one.”:-)