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