Contrary to what the journalist wrote, I wasn’t on my way home from a fancy dress party. Sometimes I just like to dress like Spider-Man.
So, dressed as Spider-Man, I saw these three guys bothering a girl.
I couldn’t not step in, and would’ve done even if I wasn’t dressed as Spider-Man.
Cornered against a wall, she was doing her best to fend them off when I inserted myself between her and the three men. Suffice to say, I got their attention.
“My spider-sense is tingling,” I said. “And it’s telling me that you guys need a serious lesson in manners.”
Yes, they panicked. I couldn’t see that clearly through my gauzy eyes, but it was definitely panic I saw.
Looking at each other, one of the would-be attackers shrugged. Another shrugged back at him.
“Was he supposed to be here?” the third attacker said beneath his breath – a stage mutter.
“You mean, did I turn up not a moment too soon,” I said, folding my arms.
“Mate . . .” said the first shrugger.
With a cock of the head, he indicated the watching crowd, standing there, phones out.
And that was the day I inadvertently became part of a flash mob.
Even though I’d helped to create a spectacle, it wasn’t what they were looking for, going off script like that, so I wasn’t asked to join in more of their flash mobs.
vss #85
Sign up to receive new posts straight to your inbox
