There are a lot of famous people in New York. Tons. They are everywhere. Under desks, behind lamp posts, why just the other day I went to my office water cooler and found Phillis Diller behind it! But some celebrities are harder to spot than others.
Take, for instance, Spiderman. A lot of people don’t get the opportunity to see Spiderman. “Oh it’s just a big phony-baloney movie!” they say. Well my undying faith in comic books tells me that if you want something bad enough, and live close enough to dangerous chemical plants or mad scientists, anything is possible. Like havin’ 3 ding-dongs!
Many of you think that seeing Spiderman is just as likely as running into a tricockular man, but it isn’t. And if it is, well, you ladies may want to start beating the streets in search of your fork-ed friend. Behold, Spiderman captured by yours truly on my iPhone’s camera phone:
Oh, oh, you can’t SEE him there?! You think I’m lying?! Here’s a zoom-in for those of you with a case of the crusty-watchers:
As soon as I saw him I shouted “Hey! You up there! Spiderman!” He just looked at me, put one finger up in front of his lips, and then shot a spidery-web from his wrist and took off!
People near me looked but it was too late, so now they all think that I am crazy. And whenever I see them on the street they just walk by thinking “there’s that crazy guy with three ding-dongs!”
But it’s okay. I live my life like I always have, searching for a set of hot triplets.