I sat for some time at the auto shop, waiting for the driver of the Avalon to process the perfectly clear directions for getting there. *sigh*
“Ah,” I said to the young employee. “Here is Drama Queen with the Avalon, at last. She’ll be flouncing in any minute now, in her pajamas, with the key.”
“I like your language,” said the youth.
“Passive aggression is my superpower,” I explained.
“What’s your superhero name?” he asked.
I wasn’t ready for that question. Any suggestions? What about “Deadpan,” like “Deadpool,” which never made any sense to me.
Ah, I recomember.
Superhero Mom-Lady! Or Supermom! Or Super Mom-Lady! Or Super Baffler-Mom. Or Cleverness Goddess... Yeah...I vote for the latter.