A young educated man is driving down the street, sweating in a frantic panic. He's late for an important meeting and can't find a parking space. He looks up to the heavens and says, "Dear lord, please, please pity me. If you find me a parking space I promise I'll go to mass every single Sunday for the rest of me life and I'll even give up me Guinness and me whiskey."
Miraculously a parking space suddenly appears right in front of him.
The man looks straight up to the heavens and says, "Hold on, Lord, forget that, I've found one."
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