Today was Halloween. I was Superman at work (and at play).
No, there was no play, EXCEPT where I walked in Times Square scouting out other superheroes. I gave them an earful, I'll tell you. Batmen knew that they were useless, rich, pompous magnates when I was done with them.
The Pope laughed. He couldn't fly. I can fly. Superman can fly.
I shouldn't have joked with all of the Policemen I did, but it was so worth it.
"Great costumes, gentlemen."
To all of them.
To the Joker, I was just disappointed. "Come on, man. You have your own city. Go back to Gotham. We have enough trouble here, anway."
"I'm just taking a break. Lay off."
Some stranger muttered hate slurs about me in my getup. They were baseless and wrong, and yet I was still offended. I talked to a couple of policewomen about slurs and they asked why I was offended, if it wasn't true.
"You're right. Someone yelling, 'You are an abstinent and ethical straight man without a criminal record' doesn't sound imposing at all."
I love seeing people let loose. This is a holiday of choice for forgetting guidelines and requisites. Tomorrow, that's another day, but today, I'm Superman.
2 comments:
It definitely just took me at least 10 minutes to read this post. Happy Hallwoween
It's not that I'm long-winded, it's that I write like a drunk or something.
Man. I think that's some of my best writing, but it goes in and out of sense.
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