It was one of those days when a woman just wanted to walk around singing the marching song of the soldiers of the Wicked Witch of the West: "O e O, O-O. O e O, O-OOOOOOOO." Gwen looked down at her feet and saw that she was wearing the boots for the task, but her stylish brown cable-knit sweater didn't begin to match the Russian soldier style coat of the WWW's cadre. Sighing, Gwen tried to get the "O e O" out of her head, but it was a difficult task.
Suddenly, the song was gone, replaced by the tune of the "Hokey-Pokey." Unable to restrain or constrain herself, Gwen turned to the man standing behind her in line at McD's and asked, "Are you having the urge to put your right foot in and put your right foot out?"
Gwen eyed the man speculatively, wondering what might be wrong with him, but before she could ask, he changed lines.
He was replaced by another man whom Gwen also eyed speculatively. There was a new tune in her head, so she asked him, "Do you ever get the urge to jump up on a table and sing, "I'm Popeye the Sailor?"
"YES! All the time!"
Gwen knew she had met a soul mate. In perfect synchronized rhythm, the pair jumped upon a nearby table and began to sing and dance. They hopped from table to table, the refrain of "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man, I'm Popeye the Sailor Man. I'm quick to the finish 'cause I eat my spinach . . ." echoing through the eating establishment.
People grabbed their fries from the onslaught of tapping feet, then coalesced into a conga line, snaking through the restaurant and out into the parking lot, occupying the drive-thru lane. The six foot statue of Ronald McDonald came to life, stamping his long shoes in time with the music. Ronald shouted, "Free shakes for all!"
Gwen looked around at the faces of the smiling people and thought, "Real life is MUCH better than the movies," then quaffed a creamy chocolate drink. She caught the eye of the first man to whom she had spoken. He lifted his hands in the air and shrugged, saying, "If I had known, I could have been your dance partner."
Gwen shrugged in turn and said, "You gotta be willing to take chances and sometimes, just let go." She bid adieu to her dancing partner whose license plate (sadly) was marked "New York." Then, she whistled to Silver who trotted up, neighing loudly and proudly; the two galloped off into the sunset.
(And yes, I do ask people if they ever have the urge to do the "Hokey Pokey" while standing in line. No one ever has, but one man told me that he would love to see me do so.)