Sorry I haven’t written in you in a while. But I do have a legitimate excuse. I’ve been in the hospital.
As you recall, the last time I wrote in you I was about to go work a catering job. This involved giving yet another key to the city to Powerhouse, our resident “superhero”. Now you remember that I was hoping that a villian would show up and destroy the dishes. Well that happened. But not entirely as I excepted.
Dr. Despicable showed up at the ceremony. (Yeah I know “Dr. Despicable”? Seriously? Couldn’t the guy think of a better name?) Anyways, as you probably guessed, the building was destroyed. Yet again. The constant destruction of public property is the reason insurance payments have gotten more expensive.
So the Doc shows up, and of course, they have a conversation something like this:
DD(Doctor Despicable): (Crashes through roof ruining perfectly good rug with burn marks) Ha Ha Ha We meet yet again “Hero.”
PH(Power House):(stands on table, ruining perfectly good table cloth) I don’t know how you managed to escape from prison, but this is only a short leave of absence for you.
(They clash into wall, destroying all the dirty china)
(They clash again, and PH uses lightning, destroying the NEW table cloths)
Me: 😦 Those are expensive!
(They both ignore random citizen aka me)
Crowd: AHHHH!!! (Running for exits)
Me: (Shrugs) (Walks to pick up NEW tray and purse)
(DD uses power armor and blasts PH into GOOD floor)
Now at this point of the fight, I could’ve just left. But being a decent human being (Who doesn’t destroy public property on a regular basis) I decided to help with the only way I knew how.
Me:(Standing behind DD with heavy metal NEW tray)
DD: MWAH HA HA! (Gets ready to destroy stunned hero)
Me: (shrugs and hits DD over head Anne of Green Gables style w/ tray)
DD: (Freezes and stumbles around. Then turns around) You DARE strike ME! (Blasts ME into wall)
Me: (Half way in wall) ow.
(At this point I was unconcious and didn’t get the other details)
So I suspect that Powerhouse won, because if he didn’t, Dr. Descpicable wouldn’t be in jail.
I am now thankful for three things. One, my landlady heard I was in the hospital, so she fed spock.
Two, since most people were out of the building when I took the tray to his head, I have been spared that side of publicity. However, I was known as one of the three people in “critical condition” so I did have a few reporters at my door. But since one of the others was a cheerleader for some team out of state, she was focused on. which I am completely fine with.
Three, my boss gave me a few weeks to recover at home, so I’m able to sleep in a little.
Powerhouse said in an interview he was helped by “a grateful random citizen”. I’m glad he doesn’t know who I am, because that means that the villain probably doesn’t know who I am. I hope nothing like this happens again. I’m not a person meant to be in the spotlight.
I have to get to sleep, doctor’s orders, and I have to feed the cat, Spock’s orders.
Write again soon,