My Powers

I was siting in a local Barnes & Noble bookstore cafe about to write some really profound stuff that I'm quite certain would have change the face of humanity for the better for at least the next 10,000 years when a middle aged man wearing a knit cap leaned over the railing I was seated next to and asked, "They let you use power here?"

I responded that my powers were such that I needed no consent and could conjure them at will but only for the betterment of mankind.

The man just stared at me for a minute then whispered, "I need to plug in my laptop. Do they allow that here?"

I nodded yes as he walked away, his eyes never leaving mine, and towards the power outlet. I'm assuming he sensed my immense powers and couldn't turn away. But, to mankind's detriment and the eternal shame of the man in the knit cap, I forgot what I was about to write.

I then noticed that there had been a shift change at the service counter while I spoke to the gentleman in the knit cap and the new guy, wearing the kind of beard only worn by a geologist or a man fully attuned to the forces of nature and by those who vigilantly recycle was staring at me. I sensed that he sensed my immense powers and made his way over to me.  I smiled, anticipating his reaction.

"You can't put your feet up on the tables dude", was all he said.

He was right, of course. I, like others of my kind, must take special care not to arouse too much attention. I winked, like members of a secret organization  offering a secret handshake, signifying our special connection and politely removed from feet from the table.