|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 dollars as a cent.‘ ‚Ah!‘ said Finnegan, ‚I’m needing cash. Lend me a cent.‘ ‚Sure,‘ said St. Peter, ‚just wait a minute.'“
