Then there are the traffic gods. I am unclear how many of them there are; I suspect that they are many, and that they are place-based or even event-based. How many times have you addessed the god of a specific traffic jam or interchange?
So if you have a heart attack while opening a door, is that a Cardeac arrest? 
If we count gargoyles as gods of a lesser sort (and I do), then this guy is my favorite.
He is Dedo, a Notre Dame gargoyle who has presided over my garden for many years. Unfortunately he has been crumbling at the base recently, so we are looking for Dedo II.
Anoia, Goddess of Things That Get Stuck in Drawers. Whenever you jiggle a drawer and swear, you’e praying to her.
(From Discworld, of course).
I rather like Cloacina, the goddess of the Cloaca Maxima, the Roman sewer system, who you might try praying to when your plumbing backs up.
I like Bes, the ancient Egyptian god of humor, musicians, dancers, childbirth, and servant girls. A true renaissance god.
And I am fond of the Roman demigodess sisters Flora and Pomona, representing flowers, and fruit orchards.
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Didn’t Lovecraft mention, in his Dreamland Fantasy Series, a little god, that shepherds built simple, homey shrines to?
Is Bastet, the Egyptian cat goddess, small enough for this category?
I’m assuming that we aren’t confined to Terry Pratchett’s concept of minor gods?
Gefion is a minor Norse goddess associated with fertility and agriculture.
Sounds like a pretty good fit!
Um, Pomona is bigger here in California than in New York, probably. She’s the goddess featured on the state’s shield, recognized as the goddess of harvests, not just flowers. Oh yeah, there’s also a local city named Pomona.
Dachshund. Sorry, Dyslexic.
Hinges, apples, south wind - at least those are something. Surely there are some poor individuals who are gods of nothing, and yet whose names are attested in the pantheon. Váli, son of Odin? Surely people have better examples.
The Roman god Tinytus. He is the god of atoms (they didn’t know about fundamental particles back then because it was the old age).
I came in to mention Cloacina! From Horrible Histories’ Rotten Romans:
I am the god of parallel parking, having a mystical power of being able to fit my car into spaces barely longer than the car itself. 
Excellent read. Thanks for sharing this.
I was going to go with Loki, but as it turned out he was a puny god.
I always learned to call them the Great Goal Gods, especially when a perfectly executed maneuver lead to a ball off the post or right into the goalie’s arms.
They were not nice Gods.
They more undefined than that, more like “the pennates” , the roman household gods, there are several of them but their names and provinces are not known.
Whoever or whatever it is that occasionally talks to me in the woods and the fields.
If such a being has or ever had a name, I don’t know what it is/was.
(yes, I know, I know, there’s absolutely no objective evidence that it’s not the inside of my own head talking. But while I’m definitely an atheist about the God Of The Three Omnis, I’m only an agnostic about the Small Gods.)
