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: Its 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.