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 Mass every Sunday 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.”