From World's Finest Comics #88. I'm fortunate to live in a place no one wants to vacation. Unlike my friends who live in Portland or San Francisco, I never have to worry about picking up my phone and hearing someone say, "Guess where I'm calling you from! The airport! We thought we'd surprise you with a visit!" Believe me, Tulsa is an okay place to live (and to me, it's just okay. Beloved loves it.), but no one is going to burn vacation time coming to see anything we have here.
Scotty has drop-in privileges. He and his family can pop up any time and I'd be tickled pink to put them up. But I've known Scotty since childhood, and I'm lucky I also adore his wife and kids.
But the reason I actually welcome visits from Scotty and his brood are because they never pull this:
Hmmmmm... since we know you're Clark Kent, couldn't you have just come to the front door in your secret identity? Or how about using the telephone? Either way, you could have maintained secrecy without compromising the structural integrity of Stately Wayne Manor. I'm just saying. I mean, I know you're Superman and everything, but it seems like you are ignoring some very promising alternatives to strip-mining my property without my consent.
Superman is such a jerk.
Hey! How about some Fun with Out of Context Dialogue?(tm!)
That's putting a lot of pressure on yourself to perform in what should be a relatively pressure-free situation. And no, Mom, I'm not explaining why that's funny.
Last but certainly not least, you know how they say there is no such thing as a stupid question? I give you, Exhibit "A":
Now, if you didn't know that fact prior to reading that panel, I think I agree with your parents that you probably should have paid a bit more attention in school. I'm not judging you, but come on!
See you tomorrow!