Get Way Up On That Dance Floor
Last week, I caught someone dancing in the elevator as the doors opened for me to get on. He seemed a bit embarrassed that I saw him, and he started to stop, but I encouraged him to keep going. He did, and I joined him until he got off at the eleventh floor. And let's be honest, I crazy danced all the way to the fourteenth floor, where I got off. Because sometimes, you just have to dance.
posted by philosophia @ 12:02 AM
8 comments
8 Comments:
Yay, you continued the crazydancing tradition!!! :)
Uh, yeah. You've taught me well. :)
Heh, I love stuff like this. Dancing on elevators = goodness.
Hey Anonymous,
Thanks for visiting! Dancing on elevators does = goodness. :)
Live life to the fullest! You can dance if you want to. Go for it.
Cool and the Gang!
I often walk down the street on my way to work singing quietly to myself. (I go to work at 7.15am so no one's around). Now and again someone suddenly appears from behind a tree or something and scares the shit out of me. That's always embarrassing. And then there's the other day when I totally rocked out my air guitar to find some guys had been sitting in a truck to the side of the road laughing at me. I straightened up and walked past, pretending not to notice them!
Thanks for all your comments! Dancing in the elevator really does take the edge off of a hard day.
Ash, I'm still laughing about your stories - they're awesome! You go and rock out whenever you want. Live it up. :)
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