Pete, a good Catholic from Baltimore, was driving down the street in a panic because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.
Looking up toward 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 my life and give up whisky."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Pete looked up again and said, "Never mind, Lord. I found one."
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