The other day while I was on my way to work at the bar, the most peculiar thing happen. It seems that after 31 long years, my superpowers have finally begun to kick in. While Toby Joe and I were walking under the BQE, a bit of road-rage broke out above. We could hear the squealing of tires and the pursuit of revenge hung in the air like a thick oily cloud. Suddenly, a car came crashing to the ground. It landed on top of a mini-van, driven by an innocent family of four who had just left a Wednesday evening charity event. They were singing “Day-Dream Believer” while snacking on Little Debbie’s and Yoo-Hoo. The crashing car landed smack dab on top of the mini-van, thereby trapping all those within. I could hear them crying out through their muffled, chocolate-covered lips. Miraculously, the inhabitants had survived the impact. There was little time to think. I handed Toby Joe my bag. I was left with no choice.
After I saved the bottom car from the pending inferno, I quickly left the scene to find the car guilty of causing these nearly tragic events. I took care of that car with on swift punch to the back of the head.
It’s a good thing Toby Joe carries a camera everywhere, otherwise, folks may have never seen what I am actually capable of. My superpowers know no bounds^
Next week: mihow takes on a lifeless turd.