If I could be a super hero, I think my super hero name would be “Comfort Man.” With the power to get comfortable anywhere at anytime. Let’s say if I was on a plane and it was about to crash, I would activate my super power and immediately feel my butt cheeks start to relax and my mind drift to frogs hopping to lily pads as the wings peel away and we plummet quickly to the ground. I’d have the ability to crush ice extremely fast so I can make that seven fruit daiquiri before the big game starts. The ability to stop a bead of sweat from falling down my forehead and suck itself back into the pore from which it came. The ability to make a Lazy-boy appear magically for any time I have to wait in line, especially at the DMV, so my bones could rest like a bear in the midst of winter. And most importantly when city hall would come to me to help stop that comet the size of Texas heading for the Gulf of Mexico, I would merely say “at least all of our cars will get washed.” Yes, I would be Comfort Man. So back ache and time crunching stressors beware, because Comfort Man is on the recline.