Mulled Vine

Emma pulled into the shopping centre car park. It was full again – it was always full – and she was desperate. “Oh Lord, please give me parking space. Pleeeease!” Just then a car pulled out in front of her and she continued, “That’s ok, Lord, got one.”

Up in the heavens Gabriel turned to the Almighty Creator of All, “There’s just no pleasing some people, is there?”

The Wisdom of the Ages looked up, slightly forlorn, “I did consider smiting her, but it’s Friday and I don’t like to do any smiting on Fridays – it spoils the weekend.”