LATE ST. PATS

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 heavens, he said, "Lord
take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will
go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and
give up me Irish Whiskey!"

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found
one."