Blonde Parking Space

A blonde was driving down the street in a cold-sweat because she had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking place.

Looking up toward heaven, she 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 dating and tequila.”

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

She looked up again and said, “Never mind, God, I found one.”