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, "No need for you to bother now Lord, I just
found one." ;-)