Almost Hubs is a bit of a celebrity.
He's border line famous.
Don't believe me?
Try going to the Mall with him on a Sunday.
He works the window of the Post Office in a small town. And since the service stinks in the surrounding towns, many people wander to his window for all their postal needs. Then, they keep coming back, because, as I've often been told, he's just that good.
Which means that everyone knows him.
Everyone.
There isn't a store or a food court we can't walk through where someone doesn't recognize him. It's like a family reunion in every store, at every table. And could he respect the fact that I have no desire to be "on" at every given moment? No. He plays it up. Mingling with "his people".
And it doesn't matter where we go. We've gone 3 hours away and seen people at casinos. We've seen people in the airport. At the water park. On vacation. Where ever.
The women are actually the worst. The ladies just love him. Especially the over 50 crowd. Sometimes they will even call their friends over to meet him.
Really?
REALLY?
I have no idea how those Hollywood people do it.
We may have to consider relocating.
Unless he starts using his celebrity status for free stuff and deep discounts...
Then maybe.
, then the number is infinite. This could also be considered a "pro" for universal healthcare.
The other night, as I settled in for our over sensationalized (not even a flake to be found) blizzard of the century, and rented "Despicable Me" On Demand. Since the snowstorm seemed to be a bust, I didn't think there would be a risk of losing power. What I did forget, is the risk of me falling asleep half way through.
, I've found a cute Disney/ Warner Brothers version with Garth Brooks' song dubbed over it on You Tube, and pasted it below for you.
In a tiny corner of suburbia, in a neighborhood like any other, lived a family of four. A mother, a father, and two beautiful baby boys. On the outside they appeared to be the average family. Not rich, but surviving. Not ecstatic, but happy none the less. What no one knew, was what was lurking inside the house. A secret intoxicating potion, that when consumed by one of it's inhabitants, created an alter ego unmatched by even the most wicked of super villains.
When the father consumed this intoxicating brew, it changed him. He challenged the mother, ignored the children, and made dangerous decisions. He became deafened to all rational realities, empowered by how this potion made him feel. He became so driven by intoxication, that he felt invincible. Bullet proof, if you will. And the more he imbibed, the more evil and manacle he became. And, he became more and more untouchable.
So he did what he wanted. With who ever he wanted. To who ever he wanted. He brought the powerful brew everywhere with him. He was bold, he never hid it, had it always in his hand or tucked in the holder of the car. He thought he'd never get caught. No one would ever challenge him as long as he had his super elixir. He was wrong. He was caught. He spent an hour in a holding cell. He was released without even a fine. And, since this was the third time been caught and released, his ego was fed, and his power grew.
So he continued. The mother had fled with the sons, in an effort to protect them from the villainy that was overtaking her home. But he knew where they were. He taunted her. He abused her. He attempted to kidnap their children. And when she tried to move on with her life, he planned to destroy her. He wielded his mighty phone and called the authorities. He spun tales of horror, outright lies of manipulation and neglect that would turn any parent's stomach. And, they believed him. So much so, that these authorities tortured her for him for three long years. And, when the tables finally turned, and the agencies set to protect these children, began to see his illegal ways and outright lies. But, in the end, they did nothing. He was still invincible. Untouchable.
He worked many jobs. He often was paid on the side, a few hours on the books, many more in cash. Why should he pay taxes, like common people? He was better than that. Often, he collected his unemployment or disability check on his way to work. He never had a checking account, used all forms of untraceable payments, and had no permanent home address. The IRS caught up with him through an audit of a previous legit employer. They found 4 years of unpaid taxes to be collected, and they wanted their money. He called this one, and that one, signed on the line with Satan himself, and *poof*, his refund check arrived. A refund, that was untouchable by the State for back child support. A refund of thousands, to spend on more elixir. He had beaten the State and the Federal Government. 
With each day that passed, every cruel and irresponsible thing he got away with made him bigger and stronger. There was nothing he couldn't survive with his elixir by his side. He had a need to live dangerously fast. Reckless, he was racing a dirt bike with no more than a helmet for protection. He fell. He broke 12 ribs. Punctured his lungs. He was air lifted (at the taxpayer's expense of course) to the best hospital in the State. They discovered a mass of kryptonite within him. A cancer growing in him the size of a grapefruit. One that, gone undetected, would have killed him in less than 3 months. But he was invincible. This would not stop him. The cancer was removed, and he walked out of the hospital, cancer free, without so much as even a co-pay for his antics. He had defied God's will. He began to think he was more powerful than God.
Who would stop him? Who could? No one. Except possibly a woman. He soon fell in love, and married again. But she too, had an agenda. She also wanted the power that the brew would bestow on her. She wanted to live with reckless abandon and unaccountability that only comes with accompanying him at his level of superiority. But, there was unrest in their home. Fighting over the potential power lead to chaos and violence. Many things were broken, blood was shed. Their fury erupted one night into a fiery blaze that burned their home to the ground. They both survived, unscathed, but with many fingers pointed in their direction.