Yesterday, as I was walking through my HEB’s parking lot, I
heard someone calling my name. I turned,
and saw one of my salsa partners approaching at a rapid pace while she waved me
down.
I stopped, and when she got close, I gave her a big salsa
hug. Over her shoulder, I could see a
late model pickup approaching us at 1 mph.
The guy, in his fifties, pulled along side us with his passenger window
was rolled down because of the cold front, and said:
“I thought y’all were going to start dancing.”
I said: “We do that.”
He drove on, smiling, at 1 mph.
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