There is a funny story I once heard from Rav Mansour.
This lady was circling around the block for an hour looking for a space to park. She was utterly frustrated.
Finally she looks up and says: HaShem please, please, please help me find a parking spot”.
As soon as she finishes saying those words, a car pulls out of a space right in front of her car.
So she says: “Never mind HaShem, I already found a parking space.”
This story actually happened, up until the last line. When the car pulled out of the space right in front of her, what she really said was, “A SHIDDUCH! I meant please help me find a SHIDDUCH!”