Cornflakes, hold the kryptonite please

Brought cos­tume and tights with me to the office for the first time in what seems to be an age. Look­ing for­ward to a quick patrol along the water­front this evening. Fun­ny how wear­ing my Optic Nerves instead of the Ray-Bans gives me that lit­tle extra edge. It’s all in my mind, I know. I mean, what do I think the poly­car­bon­ate is going to pro­tect me from?

Get­ting on the MUNI a woman dropped her umbrel­la ahead of me. Four peo­ple walked right past it, at least two noticed and inten­tion­al­ly stepped over it. It was a small thing to reach down and pick it up. The woman took the effort to take her ear­phones out when she thanked me. Some­times it’s the lit­tle details that are the most gratifying.

Still, I’m sur­prised and a lit­tle sad­dened that no one else went to retrieve the umbrel­la. Maybe no one else was car­ry­ing a skin-tight blue cos­tume in their brief­case, but if they sus­pect­ed how empow­er­ing a small act can be, maybe it would­n’t fall upon the fifth per­son past a dropped umbrel­la to pick it up.