Tommy Shaunessy 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 the Irish whiskey forever."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared just ahead.
Tommy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."