I have a superpower.
I was reminded of this not-often-used super power as I rode the elevator to my floor tonight. I was accompanied by a very tall, very skinny but very dumb (he had a mouthful of chewing tobacco) 20-something on his way to the seventh floor.
For some reason, mid-conversation (merely pleasantries) he decided to bend over and try to touch his toes. And he almost could.
I am an average-height, overweight, out of shape 30-something, but I can still bend over and put my palms flat on the ground. I can stand on an 8-inch step, and still touch the ground. My reign of terror began when I set the school’s sit-and-reach record in the fourth grade.
And that is my superpower: I can stand on a step, bend over and pick something up on the next step down. Fear me.