NEWSFLASH! We are not a couple of dancing circus poodles.
I recently had dinner with some girlfriends when the conversation turned to ballroom dancing.
“So when are we going to see some of your moves…”
“Certainly not now,” I laughed.
“Yes! Now! Look there’s room,” pointing to the area adjacent to our booth.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked laughing. “Drag a few tables off to the side and grab the maitre d for a quick foxtrot around the dining room?”
“That’ll work.” As absurd as it seems, they were serious.
What is it about dancing? Folks find out you do it and somehow think they are entitled to an impromptu demonstration, but command performances from people with other hobbies, skills and talents? Not so much.
We spent Christmas with my husband’s family this year and at our annual party with the whole extended family, I swear, if I didn’t hear, “So when are you and Pat (a.k.a. The Dancing Doc) going to perform your dance routine for us?” 30 times I didn’t hear it once. Nobody asked the wood-working uncle to bring his lathe and sander, set up shop and build a chair for entertainment and the CrossFitting cousins weren’t expected to plank on the coffee table – okay that’s probably a bad example because CrossFitters love planking in public – but you get the picture. Anyway, for the record, no we are not going to kick up our heels on the parquet flooring so please stop asking. We are not a couple of dancing circus poodles, thank-you-very-much…
…okay twist my arm, but just remember we are not a couple of dancing circus poodles.
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