This one is for my friend Katie, one of the luckiest parking spot finders I know...
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 heaven 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.’
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It's all luck! :-)
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