At our school, we're allowed to dress casually on Fridays.
There was a little boy there that would only call me Batman, for whatever reason. That's the only thing he would ever call me. I feel the need to mention he was very young, and not yet in any of my classes. But, for all intents and purposes, I was Batman to him.
Now, I'm not the kind to pass up a good joke. So, one casualy Friday I decide to mess with his mind, as I am apt to do. I wore a Superman tshirt to work. I couldn't wait to pass him in the hall to see what would happen with his customary, "Hi Batman!"
Friday comes around, I go to work in my super duds, and when the time is right, walk down the hall so that I pass him.
He looks up, hand in the air to wave and says, "Hi, Bat...." A look of confusion crosses his face. Finally, he shrugs, says, "Hi Batman!" and happily trods off to breakfast.
All that happened in the space of about 3 seconds. So, it didn't matter what I was wearing, dang it, I WAS Batman.
Just to let you know, he doesn't call me that much anymore.
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Well, the kid is right. You ARE Batman.
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