The other day I was stopped at a red light. As I waited I glanced around to see if any of the locals might offer up something of entertainment value. Boy did I get my wish.
There was this old man dressed in the most peculiar garb I have ever seen. He also sported an mp3 player. I am not entirely sure what kind of music this odd fellow might choose to listen to. It would not have surprised me if he had in fact he had no music at all playing... since I suspect he is the type that could imagine it in his head.
He approached to cross the street. The closer he got the more he began to demonstrate his unique ability to - oww owww - break it down. As I watched in utter fascination he progressed to the middle of the cross walk. The journey there was made up of several frantic movements that culminated into an all out dance a thon. While this was happening the lights changed and it was our turn to go...but on we sat. We were trapped by the crazy. Sitting in our cars. The other drivers began angrily hammering away on their horns. I just laughed. I mean come on... free entertainment. (Besides - I thought - gotta blog about this dude.) I even took a picture on my cell phone - and if I can load it I will get it up.
Eventually our green light came and went -- and on he danced. He soon made his way across the street and faded into some distant place in our memory. Everyone hammered their gas petal with various looks of exasperation on their hurried faces. But on I laughed. Because - who said life wasn't funny?