Dance!

"How you doin'?" I ask a man stepping in.
"You know how it goes," he replied. "Some days chicken, some days Phillies."
He didn't smile til the end of it, which made it all the funnier. We laugh.

"You're hired," a woman said, watching me greet and respond to the various faces as we climb up Rainier Avenue. "Jesus Christ, somebody who actually likes their job!"
"I can't help myself!"

"We're movin' out," I say into the microphone as we pull out, letting people know it's a good idea to hold on.
"Yeeeeeah," she says enthusiastically. "Lez get this party started!"
"I already started a party," says another woman, dancing a little. "But I need jo help!"
"You got it, girlfriend!" the first one exclaims, as they start wiggling along together, a new form of seated dancing, the imaginary rhythm in their heads jiving out into something real.