Walking down the militaristic, bleak halls of the Haley Center, I try to brighten things up by at least saying hi to people. I said hi to a lady, walked past her, and then on my way back to the office, ran into her again. Lady: My, you have such beautiful posture! Are you a dancer?
Me: (flattered, but slightly thrown by the randomness) Um . . . no ma'am.
Lady: Well, you sure look like one.
Me: Oh, well, thank you!
I mean, it was sweet and brightened up by day, but kind of odd and random.
2 comments:
dancer posture?! ahha awesome! Those bones really healed up right after 2002..
I know, right? 2002 threw me out of whack. Thank God I healed up quickly and neatly. But I have to admit, my collarbones still don't match up.
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