During dinner last night, we were asked what our super power was. I know that’s not a normal dinner question but it wasn’t a normal dinner. I’m not allowed to talk about it. That’s the first rule.
Anyway, I said some bullshit about being a Trojan horse, entering high walls by coming in as the average John, speaking everyman language, then dropping my little shot of selp help. I mean, it’s not bullshit bullshit. I did mean it. But it was something that just came off the top of head. I didn’t put a lot of thought into it.
Then this morning, as I was scrapping sweet potato skin off the oven tray, I realized what my true super power was.
Quick story.
You’ll see how it pays off in a bit.
When I was a kid, I used to build models, like many boys. I remember one day, getting the Dukes of Hazard car. I loved cars. Still do. And I loved models. Still do. (Joke). Play on words. Nevermind. I’m a guy, kill me. Okay, so I spent all day building the damn thing, placing the decals perfectly, painting the interior. Then I got to the axles and I couldn’t figure how to put it together so I just glued the wheels to the wheelwell. So…
