When I got home from work yesterday evening, the application for the parking-tax exemption that I had requested in the morning was already in my mailbox. The postmark was 12/30/08, but I know I called on 12/31/08. It’s as if whoever I talked with—and I did call early, at 8:32 A.M., two minutes after the office opened—was still fresh, and she addressed the envelope even as I dictated my name and address, and then rushed it to the postage meter before whoever was in charge of that arrived and changed the date.
Either the city and the post office have gotten frighteningly efficient or Padre Pio is watching out for me and wants me to take advantage of the parking-tax exemption. Both scenarios seem equally implausible.
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