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