Theory #4
Clark Kent had had a bad day. The Daily Planet had downsized and he was one of the writers who had been let go. No amount of the superpowers he secretly possessed were going to get him his job back. In the end he knew this didn’t matter. It wasn’t about the money or about the position. It’s just that, Superman just got fired? He’d always been humble, but now he’d been humbled. Well, hopefully the Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich he had just ordered would help him get his mind off of things.
Philly Cheese Steaks had always been his favorite, and he had always had one when he was down. They always seemed to cheer him up. The cheese, the mushrroms, the green peppers, the sauted onions, the STEAK on a HOAGIE!!! Oh was he looking forward to this!
The waitress passes by and drops off his sandwich. “Here you go, sir.”Â
Clark looked down, and to his surprise, did not see a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich. No, instead he saw a salami sandwich plain on white bread. It was an honest mistake, sure. It probably just belonged to the guy on the table to his left. His sandwich was probably about to come out. But that didn’t cross his mind at this moment. He was still hurting from the event earlier in the day, and this was just one more thing to upset him.Â
Without hesitating, he grabbed the sandwich and flung it as hard as he could as he swung arounf towards the door. Just then a patron opened the door to walk in. The sandwich whizzed by his head and out into the New York Streets (Metropolis as it is called) with an enormous amount of velocity. The great speed and the whooshing sound caused everybody to look up just to see, not Superman… but his salami sandwich!!!