Can't a Superhero Vigilante just go to the movies in PEACE?
The woman that seemingly has everything and needs nothing was feeling worn out and exhausted from a long weekend of apprehending the usual slew of morons and psychos that hold the rest of New York City hostage with their, um, how shall I put this- Bullshit- on the subway. I may have thrown my back out wrestling a cigarette out of the hand (and stuffing it down her throat) of the crackpot lady that decided that she'd, quite deliberately, smoke on the G train. The day was full of adventure, the usual onslaught of unsolicited catcalls and disrespect, unruly children (and the logic challenged parents that mind them).
I decided that yesterday would be my day off. That I would take off my utility belts, dual purposed Bangle bracelets/handcuffs, Earrings/boomerangs, Cell phone shaped smoke bombs- I think you get the point- and just try to indulge in a leisurely evening with my ever busy Significant other. It was a good thing that I'd decided to go out in civilian clothes because, to my dismay, I had to agree to have my purse SEARCHED! They must have started to crack down on the underground Popcorn ring, black market Raisinets and Sno Caps. I stopped short of tossing him across the room long enought to remind myself that I was a civilian and not the firece and dynamic Wepa Woman. He didn't know of the perils that I encounter and handle just so he can feel safe enough to ask total strangers to open their bags and risk his life for $7 an hour. He'd have thought twice about accepting such a mission had he met up with the likes of Chuleta B*tch and her Terrible Squad riding the subway last week the way I did. Or the way that I had to Judo chop a man in the throat because he mistook the floor on the train as a garbage dump and had strewn hundreds of bits of sunflower seed shells that he'd chewed up all over the place. It was filthy to watch, the blatant disregard for other people. I'd scanned his thoughts and found that he believed that his littering kept another MTA employee from being fired. How he knew how fly he was, how he toiled over his new sneakers to make sure that the newbuck suede trim was always brushed and fresh. How somehow, he was exempt from any accountability for his actions since he doesn't have to clean up for himself at home (his mother takes care of such banal things). But that is for another entry.
I must say that it was most difficult to unwind. The Wepa senses are ever vigilant. So I pose the question: can't a superhero relax for one day? Is it too much to ask for the general public to use common sense for 24 hours? I eagerly await your responses...
WEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
I decided that yesterday would be my day off. That I would take off my utility belts, dual purposed Bangle bracelets/handcuffs, Earrings/boomerangs, Cell phone shaped smoke bombs- I think you get the point- and just try to indulge in a leisurely evening with my ever busy Significant other. It was a good thing that I'd decided to go out in civilian clothes because, to my dismay, I had to agree to have my purse SEARCHED! They must have started to crack down on the underground Popcorn ring, black market Raisinets and Sno Caps. I stopped short of tossing him across the room long enought to remind myself that I was a civilian and not the firece and dynamic Wepa Woman. He didn't know of the perils that I encounter and handle just so he can feel safe enough to ask total strangers to open their bags and risk his life for $7 an hour. He'd have thought twice about accepting such a mission had he met up with the likes of Chuleta B*tch and her Terrible Squad riding the subway last week the way I did. Or the way that I had to Judo chop a man in the throat because he mistook the floor on the train as a garbage dump and had strewn hundreds of bits of sunflower seed shells that he'd chewed up all over the place. It was filthy to watch, the blatant disregard for other people. I'd scanned his thoughts and found that he believed that his littering kept another MTA employee from being fired. How he knew how fly he was, how he toiled over his new sneakers to make sure that the newbuck suede trim was always brushed and fresh. How somehow, he was exempt from any accountability for his actions since he doesn't have to clean up for himself at home (his mother takes care of such banal things). But that is for another entry.
I must say that it was most difficult to unwind. The Wepa senses are ever vigilant. So I pose the question: can't a superhero relax for one day? Is it too much to ask for the general public to use common sense for 24 hours? I eagerly await your responses...
WEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
posted by WepaWoman at 5:00 PM
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