Our dear friend Sean had just applied for a job in Dublin and was due for his interview. Now, as you’d expect, he had stopped at a pub to fortify his presentation and had lingered a bit long over his Guinness. So he was cutting it close in his timing. As he approached the interview site in his vintage Vauxhall, he looked frantically for a parking space. BUT, as you might know, parking in Dublin these days is horrendous.
As he drove around the block, he pleaded “Oh, Jesus, PLEASE find me a space.” But there was none to be found.
On his second turn around, now sweating in anxiety, he pleaded again, “Oh, PLEASE Jesus, if ye get me a space, I’ll give up me women.” BUT, still yet, nothing.
Finally, on his third turn around, he had to risk it all and cried out, “Oh, PLEASE Jesus, if ye find me a space I’ll… I’ll… I’ll… give up me drink.” AND, just as he turned the corner, a car pulled out right in front of the interview site.
“That’ll be ok, Jesus. Found one.”