September 3, 2015 by Amy

Kryptonite

I posted this on Facebook last night and thought maybe I should put it here, too, for my non-Facebook readers:

We’re at the game tonight and I’m 6.something weeks out of foot surgery
so M drops me off and then meets me in the party suite. Cool. We have a
great time. Amy drinks too much beer. The game ends. M heads to the car
and I head to the prearranged rendezvous point. When I get there, I
realize that the street is totally blocked. We re-plan via phone and I
start gimping to the east side of the stadium. I run into five women and
Superman, and they ask me to take their photo. YES I WILL OF COURSE.
It’s Superman, yo. After the photos, they’re all concerned. “Ohmygosh
are you alone?!” No, my hubby is coming to pick me up. Superman launches into some homeopathic
remedy for bunions which is ridiculous because hello I have had both
feet fixed already and one of the girls says, “Wait. Is that, like,
Kryptonite?” and we die laughing while Superman looks offended. True
story.