Dancing in the car

I was dancing on the car on the way home yesterday.  I was shimming my shoulders and singing. A nice looking man in a truck saw me and started dancing too. I smiled big and looked down. I don’t embarrass easy. Usually I would just keep dancing.

I contemplated rolling down the window to explain my dancing to him and why I was embarrassed. If he only knew what I was dancing to.

You see, I was dancing to my son’s music, thomas you’re the leader.

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