We had an hour to kill in the Foothills Mall before Juno started the other night. I suggested sitting down and getting a drink like water, maybe with bubbles, and tending my aching ligaments. Dan suggested video games.
“Okay,” I said, “we can do DDR.”
“What’s that?” Dan asked.
“You know,” I said, “Dance Dance Revolution, [duh].”
He snorted. “You can’t even walk,” came the retort.
I was mildly offended, but I did recognize the truth in the statement.
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