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Post by whatagain on Mar 20, 2020 16:39:09 GMT
I d like to have my daughter superpower. She puts to sleep her own pillow .
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 20, 2020 17:00:04 GMT
Oh, I have that superpower, too -- inherited from my mother.
I fall asleep the moment my head touches the pillow, even if I am trying to listen to the radio or read a book.
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Post by patricklondon on Mar 20, 2020 18:25:36 GMT
The superpower for which I am still waiting is the desire to do spring cleaning. Funnily enough, I finally got down to giving my kitchen a deep clean today, after tut-tutting at myself about it for far too long. But I wouldn't call it a superpower. That would be my usually unerring ability to get a bus to appear, just by getting my phone out to check how far away it is.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Mar 20, 2020 18:47:06 GMT
I can lose a day sitting in my greenhouse with the door closed. Sowing seeds, tidying up and listening to my audiobook. Lovely and warm in the sun, even tho it's an unheated greenhouse...I've just got bubblewrap insulation up in there but it makes a massive difference.
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Post by whatagain on Mar 21, 2020 8:56:34 GMT
I can lose a day sitting in my greenhouse with the door closed. Sowing seeds, tidying up and listening to my audiobook. Lovely and warm in the sun, even tho it's an unheated greenhouse...I've just got bubblewrap insulation up in there but it makes a massive difference. Sounds lovely.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Mar 21, 2020 18:02:17 GMT
It is
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Post by whatagain on Jan 18, 2021 19:20:05 GMT
I discovered what is my real superpower. Apologising. I am good at that. I was quote upset and yelled at my daughter and when calmed went to her room and apologised. She absolved me, adding it is fun to hear my apologies
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 18, 2021 19:33:33 GMT
I had a colleague like that -- the executive secretary who could spout the most incredibly vile insults about one's professional failures. Some of my other colleagues would be devastated, but I knew that in 2 or 3 hours she would be back groveling for forgiveness.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 18, 2021 20:30:38 GMT
I originally said I had no superpowers, but that was excessively modest of me. Thinking about it, I remember that one enviable trait I have is that my hair does not tangle. It gets messed up, of course, but does not knot.
My dad had a strange superpower. He could go for the longest time without blinking. My brother and I used to watch him closely at the supper table to see how long it would be between blinks.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 21, 2021 19:25:58 GMT
For some reason, I am obviously the Master of My Building. Okay, I have lived here the longest (30 years soon), but already 3 years ago I decided that I would no longer be president of the owners association because 1) I hated it and 2) the others counted on me for every problem. The neighbour who is president still sends me a copy of every important document and consults me about just about everything. Meanwhile, everybody else seems to have decided that I should receive their packages when they are not home or buzz people into the building for various jobs. This week it was a team to fix a leak on the roof, but I also had to give them the code to unlock the ladder to use to get through the roof access. Tonight, my next door neighbour rang my doorbell to ask me if I could watch her apartment all day tomorrow. They had a guard in the apartment the last couple of days, but the insurance will not pay for any extra days, so will I remain on alert all day to make sure that nobody goes in? The door has no lock or even a doorknob -- all you have to do is push on the door to open it since the burglars destroyed it. I promised that I would do my best to pay attention, but she seemed to hope that I would actually stay in the apartment to protect it (she didn't dare ask directly). I'm glad she doesn't know that I was home when they broke into the apartment and didn't hear a thing. When I am upstairs watching movies, I don't hear a thing downstairs in the corridor. Another former neighbour asks me to buzz her in to pick up mail from her mailbox because the new owers won't move in until May...
I suppose that I could ignore all of these requests, but than I would become the nasty old man that nobody would help the day that I need it.
The building has another superhero, though. It is Fatima, the old Arab woman who sits on the bench right in front of the door at least 10 hours a day, rain or shine or freezing cold. She reports everything suspicious that she has seen, as well as giving reports on the maintenance man in charge of the garbage bins. I ignored her for a long time, but last week she saw me take in the bins in the morning, thanked me for doing it and gave me a full report on the health problems of the maintenance man. And so now I cannot set foot in or out of the building without some interaction. This morning I went to get the Sunday paper and when I returned, I remarked to her that it was freezing. "Yes, but I'm not cold because I went for a long walk because of my diabetes." So now I know that I will receive regular health reports. Until one day, she won't be there anymore...
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 25, 2021 14:25:35 GMT
I remember another superpower I had when I was working. I could get an emergency reservation for anybody on just about any airline in Paris. I didn't even do it myself, but the reservation manager at my place needed my full cooperation regarding ticket issuance and refunds, so I could ask for just about anything in return. And all of the airline reservation managers need each other constantly so they do each other favours even when the flights are oversold. Most of the assistance I gave was to get the Maghrebi fathers of people I knew on flights to Algiers or Tunis. They were always old clueless men of the sort who would wait in a group of 50 or 100 people at Orly airport hoping for a miracle. Those old men are sad and submissive and have been told to "wait over there" their entire lives, and that's what they do. But they would get calls from their children asking "Did you get on the flight?" and then my frantic friends (or just acquaintances) would call me and ask if I could do anything. I enjoyed being the deus ex machina that saved them and never minded one bit that their children got all the credit. It is very nice for parents to find out one day that their children can get help for them, after 30 years of it being the other way around.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 25, 2021 16:09:38 GMT
As I get older I get more lazy and get my daughter to do things like booking airline tickets. She's much better than me at doing it. She feels good about it.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 25, 2021 16:15:43 GMT
I can sneeze violently 17 or 18 times in a row and be utterly exhausted at the end of it.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 25, 2021 16:59:09 GMT
My real superpower is that I have an extremely keen sense of smell for a human being.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 25, 2021 17:28:40 GMT
You've gone to the dogs.
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Post by htmb on Oct 25, 2021 18:35:12 GMT
Apparently I have the power to force my ex to act like a complete jackass with just one look, assuming no others are around to witness his juvenile behavior.
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