A laywoman was driving down the street in a sweat

because she had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking space.

Looking up toward heaven, she said, “Lord, take pity on me.”

If you find me a parking place I’ll go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up drinking wine.

Miraculously, a parking space opened up right in front of her destination.

The woman looked up to heaven and said,

“Never mind, Lord; I found one on my own.”