Not quite the right sort of übermensch.

There's an unloading platform in the back of the warehouse where I work. It's used to lower particularly heavy and/or bulky packages to car-trunk level, to reduce carrying and lifting.

After unloading boxes, I've ride the platform back up while it's being raised by a button-pushing colleague on the inside. During this trip, I've occasionally pretended to be Superman. I think that it's just as funny every time, a viewing pleasure for the colleague who's raising me up - seeing as how I do it with the exact pinch of irony that befits fits the absurdity of Superman traveling at a speed of the platform's 2 meters per hour. After a couple of times of doing this, I was hit with the realization that my coworkers weren't really enjoying the situation as much as I was. It also dawned on me that Superman, while zooming up up and away, has a balled fist. As opposed to say, a flat-palmed heiling.

I wonder how many of those two or three customers looked into the rear view mirror hoping to catch a last glimpse of the friendly faces that had just delivered them their new garden furniture, only to see a Chinese girl closing the deal with a grin and an homage to a mass-murderer.

It's just really really really sad.