I did a two-step quick-step and a bossanova A little victor sylvester and a rudy valentino You should have seen me moving Right across the floor Hand me down my tuxedo Next week i’m coming back for more I can dance — “Long Tall Glasses,” Leo Sayer Do it! Do it! Do it! Do the Hustle! — “The Hustle,” Van McCoy and the Soul City Symphony Around your partner, Do-si-do — Square dance call Do it nice and easy, now don’t lose control A little bit of rhythm and a lot of soul Come on, come on, do the locomotion with me — “The Loco-Motion,” Little Eva, Grand Funk Railroad and Kylie Minogue I have Type 2 diabetes, but I manage it well. It’s a little pill with a big story to tell! — Jardiance commercial Passing the age of 60 gives me the right to slip into what I believe is my curmudgeon persona, which means I can complain about certain things that I dislike or just don’t understand. The fact that I’ve been doing it all my life is irrelevant because getting old gives me a good excuse.
In that spirit, I’d like to register a complaint about all the advertisements and videos that feature people dancing. I’ve never been much of a dancer. With the exception of the “forced dancing” in elementary school physical education classes or the slow dancing at junior high or high school dances, I’ve literally cut more rugs in remodeling projects than I have on the dance floor.
Not that I’m entirely uncoordinated. I had the “forced dancing” version of The .
