my life is strange...

Diana lives in the posh neighborhood, nicknamed "Snob Hill". Everyone there dresses perfect, and drives $30,000 cars. Not only does my car look out of place in this neighborhood, her landlord's wife shudders when my car parks by the property.

So when I see a kid with an Afro dressed as Superman walking down the road with a group of his buddies, a bunch of kids that looked too normal to live in that neighborhood. So of course I do a double take. And the kid in the superman suit sees me staring at him and decides it must be because I have the hots for him.

So as I drove down the street after leaving Diana's house; the kid jumps into the road and I have to stop. Being the posh neighborhood that it is, this doesn't bother me, and I roll down my window to see what he wants.

"I'm Black Man," he says.

"You gonna be Dead Man, if you keep running in the street," I tell him.

"No," he says, "I'm Black Man, I can't die."

I tell him I don't think he should test that theory and to get off the street. He doesn't want to get off the road, he wants to talk to me. His friends are laughing, and so is Diana. He asks me where I'm going and I tell him I'm going to a friend's house to see a movie, and he wants to know what movie.

So I tell him I'm going to see Minority Report, and he says, "oh, yeah, with Mel Gibson," at which point, his friends' laughter increases. At this point, "Black Man's" superpowers are overcome with human embarrassment and he rejoins his friends.

Diana can't stop laughing. No, I'm NOT wonder woman in disguise. But I have the last laugh...

Later on that night, a bunch of us decide to go to the movies. But Diana has groceries, and has to drop them off at home first. So we are late; I tell her to hurry.

She doesn't get back to the car for about ten minutes. She is also limping and a scowl is in her face. Apparently she had fallen down the stairs in her haste to get to her apt, and her groceries went flying down the stairs ahead of her. They all landed in a heap at the bottom, although I think Diana was a bit more dented than her ice cream and pizza pockets.

So, when she got back to the car, it was my fault, as I had told her to hurry. She did not appreciate the fact that I found the whole situation quite humorous.

However, the movie soon distracted her and she forgot about her bruised knee until I gleefully told the story to the girls at church. Back came the scowl. However, I did have to stop, because Rebecka took sympathy on her.

I'm going to get her some yellow "CAUTION" tape for Christmas though. That way she can mark the steps, patio doors...

Patio doors, now that's another good story.... hmmmm...