The Goddess of Eye-Rolling
Two girls climb onto the top deck of the 3 am night bus. One has long, mid-parted blonde hair and a big painted butterfly on her cheek, the other has black hair and a leather jacket. They sit behind us. As they do, the blonde one exclaims, “Praise Omnia! Hail Omnia! Omnia has not been very kind to me recently. I have not had good luck with her. Omnia is the goddess of public transport.”
The other girl possibly mutters something, but I miss what it was. In any case, it doesn’t matter.
“That’s the beautiful thing about goddesses. If you need something, just give her a name and ask for help. I just made her up, I took the name from Omnibus.”
“Really?” asks the other, slightly hesitant, disbelieving.
“Oh yes! They are everywhere, there is a goddess of everything. Cloaca is the goddess of sewers, if you ever need her help.”
“So… is there a goddess for paperwork?”
“There must be. A different one depending on what you need to get done, for sure. Like, a procedure, or something.”