OH, FOR A PARKING SPOT! (Read it with an irish accent!)
Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, “Lord please be taking pity on me. If you find me a wee parking place I’ll be going to mass every Sunday and I’ll be giving up me Irish whiskey. ” Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, “Never mind, Lord. I found one.”
