One for Finnegan.

Two Irish friends greeted each other while waiting their turn at the bank window.

“This reminds me of Finnegan,” remarked one. “What about Finnegan?” inquired the other. “Tis a story that Finnegan died, and when he greeted St. Peter he said, ‘It's a fine job you've had here for a long time.’ ‘Well, Finnegan,’ said St. Peter, ‘here we count a million years as a minute and a million pounds as a penny.’ ‘Ah!’ said Finnegan, ‘I'm needing cash. Lend me a penny.’ ‘Sure,’ said St. Peter, ‘Just wait a minute.’”

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