This morning, I popped into Kroger. As I get close to the door; I notice employees are just standing there watching …. something. It’s one of those moments; you have those thoughts, do I have dog poop on my pants? Leaves and twigs in my hair? What?
They draw my attention to a man in the parking lot next door dancing away. Yes, dancing at 7:40 in the morning. He’s got the moves and way more energy than I do. Not enough caffeine yet. I stand and watch for a moment, the employees that have been watching say that he was singing, shouting, and dancing as he went through their parking lot.
Then as he turns on his heels, saluted in our direction and danced away.
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