Would you like some butter Superman?

Wednesday I had the opportunity to go into New York and attend a Big-Time meeting that my company had coordinated. I've been to my meetings before, but this was really big time. 86 people attended the Satelitte Video Teleconference.

It took place at The Westin Times Square, a short walk from Penn Station. I went with my manager, who's been to the city maybe 3 times in her life. Have you ever walked down 7th Avenue during rush hour? I don't recommend it. It really is a marvel of modern engineering when you can cram 1.5 million people on the sidwalks of 5 blocks.

I'm very used to walking through NYC. As soon as I step of that train some magical force seeps into my body, and the New York Attitude instantly takes over my body. My tall lanky ass has no problem charging through those crowds and knocking over the weak (read: tourists) who get in my way. Now my manager, who's 4 foot nothing... well she was a different story. She was getting tossed around like a pinball in that crowd. I felt like I was with my child and had to keep checking that she was behind me. And since she's so short, she'd be standing right next to me and I wouldn't see her. Every 5 minutes, I heard "Are we still going the same way?"
"Yes, we're still headed north, and last time I checked, north hasn't changed position" Oh the joys of a NYC noob.

So we made our way, and we sat at our registration table happily registering the 86 people that were there. 5 minutes before showtime, I see something interesting out the corner of my eye. I quickly turn, and see a tall man, about 6'4", black hair, blue eyes, blue shirt, red tie. Superman's a doctor? since when?!?!? Is this his new secret identity? I mean being a reporter makes sense, you get all the scoop first. But a doctor? Why the career change Mr. er... Dr. Kent?

He leaned over to sign in. "Paul Barone, MD" AHA!! That's it! He didn't change careers! He's no longer leading a double life, its a triple life!! And it all makes sense... He gets the scoop as Clark Kent, saves the victim as Superman, and brings them back to health as Dr. Barone! Superman is way smarter than I thought.

Dinner commenced, and we all ate toghether while the presentation took place. Superman took his bread roll, then looked around the table all confused. I leaned over and whispered real soft, "Would you like some butter Superman?" He jumped and stared at me, like a deer caught in headlights. I knew his secret. His look of shock slowly warmed into a smile. "Why yes, yes I would. Thank You." I gave him a quick wink and said "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Oops, I guess I lied.