I had Election Day off so I went to visit my Gma at her assisted living home. A singer was coming in to entertain the old folks so we went down to watch the program.
We sat in the back. Gma was nervous because this entertainer has a tendency to come around with the mic and make you sing into it.
Being the only person under 84 in the room, I was the only one able to stand up without falling down. Hence, why "The Chicken Dance" took place seated. Me and a bunch of old folks clucking in our seats. An exciting way to spend a Tuesday.
I noticed the singer motioning to me to come during a jig and so I did. I started pirouetting and leaping all over the place. The old folks cheered. The singer hugged me.
I sat back down in my seat, but I was not off the hook. The lady came around with the microphone and put it in my face. I sang a verse of "Tiny Bubbles". My Gma was thrilled.
The refreshment cart came into view and I got up to help pass out strawberries and mini-pastries.
At the end of the hour, my Gma looked at me and said, "I had no idea you were so smart. You do it all. I'm so proud of you." While I appreciated the compliment, I couldn't help think: you think I'm smart because I leaped around and passed out desserts?? You would have thought I had just gotten my doctorate the way she was talking. Whatever, I'll take it.
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