Bill is sometimes called upon to be the superhero at work...and this he strangely enjoys, I mean, the extra hours, the added pressure, the extra late dinner...what's not to love?!
Sometimes I call upon him to be a superhero at home...this is not always met with the enthusiasm one would expect of someone who wears a black cape at the office. Maybe it's because of the tasks I emplore him to do...maybe they are beneath his superhero capabilities. I'll admit that when I call out for his services, it's usually for something most ordinary men could do...but when one has a superhero around the house, it's only natural that he would be called upon. Like just last week, as I was walking into the hallway I saw an intruder. Sounds like a job for a superhero! Does it matter if the intruder was a small black creature? It did afterall have 8 legs...and it moved sooooo fast! I was being bombarded...for high above my head there was another one! In swoops my superhero to save the day...but instead of a "there you go ma'am...glad to be of help", I get more of a head-shaking sigh. What's up with that?!
Anyways, since I'm such a lucky girl, to have a superhero living in my house, I'm going to make use of his powers. The help I may require may be beneath his capabilities, but I appreciate it. So, next time I need help to figure out something on the computer, need a jar opened, or scream about hairy, black intruders...I hope he will put on his black cape and think of it as a chance to show off his superpowers and impress the girl.
So, if the cape fits....
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