I leaned against Good Morning America last night to observe the superheroes posing for pictures. Out of shape Spiderman was there. Black Batman. A stunted Hulk. Elmo lifted his red head off his shoulders for a cigarette (in his flammable hair). Lady Liberty on stilts. Iron Man kept his dollar bills in a fanny pack. And the saddest, wide eyed Minion sauntered around, friendless, browning from smog. He wasn’t as aggressive as Woody or Buzz, who pulled people off the sidewalk. The Minion never looked into other people’s open wallets, like Bane, when he waited for his tip. The Minion just walked around, observing like the rest of us. In the background of other people’s pictures.