Dear Lord, Bless This Parking Ticket

So, my gramma is a total stickler for paying bills on time — bills are in and out of this house faster than a lubed-up credit card through a swiper thingy.

So I totally goofed and forgot to hang the handicapped sign when I parked my gram’s car in her handicapped spot. And the next morning we walked out to a ticket-decorated window display. Bitches!

So we decided to dispute them, of course. We checked the box for “Request an In-Person Hearing,” and as I was getting ready to leave to mail them, my gramma — who was watching a televised Mass — laughed, “Oh, we should put them in front of the TV first. Have the priest bless them for good luck.”