I enter the cafeteria this morning, jonesing for my morning shot. There’s a conversation going on already, and a guy I don’t know but have seen around is saying,

“Ugh, I hate superheroes anyway.”

I walk by him and, putting my trusty Wonder Woman mug under the coffee faucet, shoot him an unmistakable “you suck” look.

“What?”

- Well, that’s like saying you don’t like Jews. I mean, what if there are superheroes around, whose daytime identity is to be game developers?

- I’ll take my chances, he smiles. Have a nice day, Wonder Woman.

I get out of work about ten hours later (hey, we’re Beta). The Anti-Supite is impatiently waiting to jaywalk across the busiest street in Montreal, calculating just the right moment to dash between speeding cars. I walk up discreetly behind him.

“You know, if you get hit you’re on your own”.

He waits. Too bad.