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.);