What changes a life from being ordinary to being extraordinary?? What makes a superhero? How does someone become Mr. Incredible?

For me, born without the innate talent of a superhero, writing my ordinary life in an extraordinary manner must fulfill my need of reaching the realm of superdom.

Today, my sister and I were late for the afternoon performance we had scheduled. Totally her fault, of course. I'd tried to tell her that running full speed to save the construction man from falling from 800 ft. scaffolding would put us behind schedule. Yes, I knew he was cute, but that was no reason to interfere with death. (She has super vision and can see for miles - super pain in the ass because sneaking anything past her is almost impossible.)

Long story short, we left our parked car and ran at super speed the ten blocks to try and catch him before he landed, only to find by the time we got there that his buddy had grabbed his hand and pulled him up. (Pathetically, she can't use her farvision and run at the same time.) Then the walk back, at normal speed, after that exhausting exhibition, made us extremely late for the performance.

Traffic did not help us make up time. After 15 minutes of sitting in traffic, my sister looks at me and says, "We're not going to make it." Then, I had an idea! But it required leaving the car, or carrying it. I mean, running superspeed did sound like a good idea in my head.

Then as if on cue she said, "No, we are not leaving the car here to run there at superspeed." So, after sitting in traffic for another half an hour, parking the car and running - superspeed - we found, to our dismay, that our seats had been given away because we were too late. Besides, briefly flirting with the idea of killing my sister I got over my grief relatively quickly. It also helped that she bought coffee after this debacle.