I am a Superhero, and you are not.
Originally published at shanefitzsimmons.com. You can comment here or there.
Picked up a chick on the side of the road tonight after dropping Diane and Colin off at their respective homes. She was totally drunk…
And stumbling…
In the middle of the road….
So I did what any man would do after a hard night of partying…
I offered her a ride and took her home, and when she started telling me how thankful she was, I told her to be safe and sent her on her way.
It’s a show of true altruism, especially considering she was hot and drunk and I didn’t take advantage of her. But that’s just the kind of kickass superhero I am. It’s what sets people like me from the ordinary folk, the peons, if you will.
It’s also why I’m here, bragging about it on my livejournal, to the two-point-five people who still read this thing. To, y’know, show you how gracious I am, or something.
Even superheroes need recognition for the good deeds they do. If Batman never told anybody how cool he was they’d never have built the Bat Signal for him.
…. I wonder what the “Shane Symbol” would look like….