So I’m having lunch with my fellow nursing students during clinical when it happened. Someone noticed my Batman lunchbox. I tense up, expecting some well-intentioned teasing. What my companion said instead surprised me:
“Ohhhh, hey, do you like Green Batman? My son loves Green Batman.”

I puzzled over this for minutes. What possible street drug could she have taken to reach this faulty conclusion, that there was a vast rainbow of Batmen who may or may not amuse her son?
In desperation, I stuttered,” You mean, Green Lantern, or Green Arrow, or Green Hornet, or—”
“Arrow! Yeah, the arrow one. Sorry, I don’t know, I just call them all Batman.”








