Unemployed

White florescent light flooded the unemployment office. The polished concrete floor showed reflections of people standing in a line that wound around ribbon barriers and out the door. With heads hung low, the poor unfortunate souls waited for an opportunity to plead their pitiable case.

“Can I help the next person in line?”

A strapping young man in blue leotards approached slowly, saying, “Hello… uh… this is a little embarrassing”.

“Yes,” said the woman, “but never mind what you’re wearing what can we do for you?”

"No, I wear this all the time. It’s not embarrassing. After a short pause he continued. “What’s embarrassing is… uh…you see…I’m unemployed.”

“Yes, most people standing in this line are.”

“Don’t you know who I am?” Pointing to the symbol on his puffed out chest.

“Yes, the circus left town and you’re in need of another gig?”

“No!" _"You probably don’t recognize me without the cape,”_ he whispered.

“Yes, that must be it. Now, what’s your name sir?”

“My name? I'm Super-ma...my name is Kal-El.”