An Irish man is tasked with going to the grocery store to get a collar bacon to boil for St. Patrick's Day Dinner. The parking lot is FULL to capacity and the man can't find a place to park. The Irishman begins to pray: "Heavenly Father up above, if yer feelin' up to it and yer feelin' kindly, PLEASE for the love of Pete, bless me with yer powers an' grant me a parkin' spot so I don't have to wait fer a pea-wit to walk back to his car. I'll do anything, I'll stop swearin', I'll even give up me whiskey, just please help me find a place to park me car." Lo' & behold, the INSTANT he stops praying, the Irishman finds a parking space. The Irishman addresses the almighty once more, "Oh dear, nevermind Father, I've got it taken care of, thank ye anyway!"
It seems that I've had similar conversations with the man upstairs a time or two... I certainly hope he's in an understanding mood when my day comes.
