if all the world's a stage, i want to operate the trap door
so, i was working on my michael jackson billie jean dance moves in my office last night (by the way, i have been working on this for about three months now and i have even tried it at karoake bars a few times, and people seem to love it, i am not sure if they love it because i am so bad and they think it is funny or if i am a pretty good dancer, but hey, entertainment is entertainment no matter how you slice it and dice it), and this security guard caught me dancing. well, you would expect him to smile or laugh or something because i know i would, if nothing else, just to be polite, but no... he just looked at me and acted like he didn't even see me, as if he had walked in on a teenage boy watching cinemax late at night or something, which, by the way, embarrassed me.
normally, i would have just let it go at that, but for some reason, i just wanted to explain it to him... hey, i am just trying to dance like mike... no big deal... i am not a sicko, so you don't have to act like that... please come back and say something...
so, i chased him down the stairs and i said... hey, i was just practicing my michael jackson moves... he looked at me puzzled and confused... i was expecting him to smile and say... oh, okay, i got ya... you were doing the michael jackson thing, that's alright, that's cool... i thought you were doing some sicko thing in there, but hey, if you were doing the michael jackson thing, that is cool... but, no... he didn't say anything... he just looked away without saying a word, and just walked away.
what has this world come to when a man is looked at like some kind of a freak just because he wants to dance like mike?
normally, i would have just let it go at that, but for some reason, i just wanted to explain it to him... hey, i am just trying to dance like mike... no big deal... i am not a sicko, so you don't have to act like that... please come back and say something...
so, i chased him down the stairs and i said... hey, i was just practicing my michael jackson moves... he looked at me puzzled and confused... i was expecting him to smile and say... oh, okay, i got ya... you were doing the michael jackson thing, that's alright, that's cool... i thought you were doing some sicko thing in there, but hey, if you were doing the michael jackson thing, that is cool... but, no... he didn't say anything... he just looked away without saying a word, and just walked away.
what has this world come to when a man is looked at like some kind of a freak just because he wants to dance like mike?
posted by larrykim | 12:27 PM
5 Comments:
This one sent me laughing. It was mostly funny, the way you spoke about it and just imagining all this in my head. But part of it is sad. It's sad because there are people on this planet who have no sense of humor, just like that security guard. I would have been embarrassed out of my wits unless he would have said something!
Your blog makes me smile. I had lost the URL to your blog and I couldn't get to it from your comments on my blog for some reason, so I did a Google search for your name and found you again. I'm definitely going to add you to my blogroll.
No no no! Not Billy Jean! Thriller! That's the dance to practice. It's awesome!
Cops have no sense of humor. Even rent-a-cops! Pfffft... good talent wasted on a cop. Keep dancing Larry!
You ROCK!
Love,
Your Biggest Fan
you know he looked at you like that because just a few minutes before he had been doing the same thing and he was totally jealous because you were doing it better
Lilly's friend :)
This is what happens with people who become security guards. They sit and stare at the walls all night long, night after night, and before long they become human potatoes. They lose their sense of humor and all sense of proportion. They start to think that they are very important, like a real cop or something, and they begin reading lots of 'true crime' magazines and books. Before long they are shooting at employees who work late and dance in their offices. This is why I never dance when I work late. It's just too dangerous.
And what the hell happened to your MySpace profile, Mr. Jackson?!
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