Gene's prayer

Hoss was driving down the street in Salem, Oregon in a sweat because he had an important meeting with the good-for-nothing phone company and couldn't find a parking place.

Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take some pity on me. If you find me a parking place, I'll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up drinking that high-priced vodka and chasing women."

Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Ol' Hoss looked up again, and said...


"Never mind, I found one."

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Maybe Gene will send up one of those prayers for me tomorrow, as I head off for my annual torture session...er...I mean, mammogram. Oh the joys of being female! HA!