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