The Man from Metropolis

I was just doing something with the credit card machine (I'm in the shop today) when the door opened and in came Superman (I am not making this up, BTW - the works, blue and red suit, fake pectorals and all).

"Did you call for help?" he remarked. "I was just passing and I thought I heard a scream."

I told him it was probably the voices in my head again, whereupon he revealed that his true reason for wearing his underpants over his trousers was, in fact, that he is selling tickets for a charity lottery to help kids with cerebral palsy.

I bought some. Even in this town, where people have been known to walk up the High St wearing nothing at all, it takes some degree of nerve to go round shops dressed as a superhero.

Customers

Apart from Supes, we've had relatively few people in here today, and most of them have been accompanied by a child of one form or another.

Recent conversations: "I want to make a caterpillar appear!" Not bad for a 3 year old.

And:

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Can I have a 'Spell A Day' book? Can I? Can I?"
Dad: "Not unless it contains a 'Chelsea, be quiet' spell."

So many people made happy by one simple event: back to school time.