The other day, I went to the store to buy a new purse. The sales lady was especially perky. Like she had had way too much coffee. When I went to check out, I found her dancing to the music that was playing over the speakers. Okay, I thought. At least she's pleasant!
Apparently the perkiness was catchy. It infected an old woman who had to be at least ninety years old. I had followed this lady into the store, and she could barely walk. But when she was at the counter, checking out, she couldn't resist busting a move to the music.
"Kootchie, kootchie, koo," she said, as she wiggled her hips.
I looked at her and smiled.
She looked at me. "Do you want to dance?"
I raised my eyebrows. I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. So I joined the fun. There we were - a young lady, a middle aged lady, and an old lady - all kootchie, kootchie, kooing to the music. It was a sight to see!