I worked rather late last night and was provided with a car home by Beneficent Employer. First thing I noticed upon settling in the back seat was a statue of St. Michael the Archangel on the dashboard, which is not something you see every day. In fact, it may have been the first time ever. I mentioned to the driver that I liked the statue, and that I had just been thinking of St. Michael. The driver seemed pleased by this, so I asked him if his name was Michael, and he said it was. I considered mentioning the Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel, but let the matter rest there.
We arrived at the parking lot where I leave my car before catching the commuter bus every working morning, and I directed Michael to my 30 year old sedan, which was easy because by this hour the lot was practically empty. I thanked Michael, wished him a good night, and strolled the short distance to my car, as I have done on the hundreds of prior evenings upon exiting similar cars provided by Beneficent Employer. Often, if not usually, at this point the driver takes off like a shot. Michael didn't, which was good, because when I put my key in the door lock and turned, the key snapped in two. I returned to Michael's car, and told him the bad news. Michael cheerfully gave me a ride home, didn't charge extra, and even offered to drive me back to my car once I'd retrieved a spare key. I didn't take Michael up on his offer, but I have a feeling I may regret that. When Michael offers protection, it's probably unwise to decline it.
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