Gods, Powers, and Saints of Small Things

Yesterday we went to see the new X-Men movie. The movie was pretty good, but the really amazing part was that we got the closest possible parking space to the theater. The only closer space was handicapped parking.

After the movie we went to dinner and this time we got the parking space right in front of the restaurant door.

Normally when I get good parking, I quip that the parking space gods have smiled on me. Hey if the Romans had a god of boundaries and border markers—Terminus—why can’t there be a god of parking?

But then it hit me: Maybe finding good parking spaces is my mutant power! Now all I need is a mutant name. Parking Man is too campy, it sounds like a DC character, not Marvel. How about Spaceman? Still campy, but with a touch of irony.

Later, on the way home, I wondered if Roman Catholics have a saint for finding good parking spaces. They seem to have one for everything else. There must be a saint for migrants, looking for a place to settle. How hard would it be to adapt him or her for finding parking spaces?

Update: I looked it up. Of course there’s a saint for finding good parking places. That would be Mother Cabrini, also the patron saint for immigrants.

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