So I was at work yesterday when a young kid came in with his father. He was probably about eight years old, I guess (I’m pretty terrible at estimating kids’ ages), and was dressed from head to toe in a full body Spider-Man suit.
Anyway, father and son began wandering the store; the dad was busy looking for presents or whatever, and the kid was becoming increasingly bored and impatient. After a few minutes, he walked over to where I was, tidying. He smiled at me as I turned around, and said ‘You do a good job keeping the shelves in this shop nice and tidy!’ to which I smiled, panicked slightly because I suck at talking to kids, and said ‘And you do a good job of keeping the streets of New York safe, Spider-Man.’
With wide eyes, the little boy stared at me before he cried, with shrill excitement across the store, ‘Dad! I made a friend!’
So yeah, that was cool.