Post office workers
A post office worker at the main sorting office finds an unstamped, poorly hand-written envelope addressed to God. He opens it and discovers it is from an elderly lady, distressed because some thief has robbed her of a hundred pounds. She will be cold and hungry for the rest of the month if she doesn't receive some divine intervention. The worker organises a collection amongst the other postal workers who dig deep and come up with ninety six pounds. They get it to her by special courier the same morning. A week later the same postal worker recognises the same handwriting on another envelope addressed to God. He opens it and reads: "Dear God, thank you for replacing the money which was stolen. This month would have been so bleak otherwise. P.S. It was four pounds short but that was probably those thieving bastards at the post office!"
A post office worker at the main sorting office finds an unstamped, poorly hand-written envelope addressed to God. He opens it and discovers it is from an elderly lady, distressed because some thief has robbed her of a hundred pounds. She will be cold and hungry for the rest of the month if she doesn't receive some divine intervention. The worker organises a collection amongst the other postal workers who dig deep and come up with ninety six pounds. They get it to her by special courier the same morning. A week later the same postal worker recognises the same handwriting on another envelope addressed to God. He opens it and reads: "Dear God, thank you for replacing the money which was stolen. This month would have been so bleak otherwise. P.S. It was four pounds short but that was probably those thieving bastards at the post office!"