On Saturday, Grand Central Station in NYC was eerily empty – closed because of Hurricane Irene. That was a shame because Saturday was also the day I was supposed to be there performing in my very first flash mob. Now, no one will ever see my incredible dancing talent. Who said nothing good ever comes out of hurricanes?
Wait, what? Flash mobs dance? Oh boy… That explains the leers then… 😉
Ahh, flash dances. Running around the terminal completely nu ……….. wait a minute.
Never mind. It’s a generational thing.
ha ha Larry! I remember in grammar school the song, “the Streak” that is I guess the old flash mob!