A real estate agent was driving down the street looking at all her competitor's "for sale" sign boards in front of many houses she was too slow to list. Looking up toward heaven, she said "Lord, take pity on me! If you find me a nice property to sell, I will go to church every Sunday, for the rest of my life, and give up smoking."
At that very moment, the cell phone rang. It was a seller who had to sell quickly, because of a job transfer.
The real estate agent covered the mouthpiece and peeked towards heaven: "Never mind. I found one."
