“You need to be dancing harder.”
I stared into the face of the woman who’d just punched me in the arm to get my attention and tell me this. She continued, “You need to be dancing more, like this, up and down, having fun.” I ignored a passing instinct to punch her in the face, and smiled instead. “Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay!” she shrieked in closing.
A moment later, she punched me again. “Are you from Barcelona?” she inquired.
“No. I’m from Pittsburgh.” She stopped talking to me after that.
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