I was driving north on South Kingshighway, which often makes me chuckle, and I noticed some interesting sights.  I saw a fire hydrant wearing an orange cone as a hat.  Very fashionable.  I saw a woman wearing stilettos walking a dog.  Also very fashionable, if not at all practical.  And I saw a line of cars waiting to get into the parking lot of the Family Dollar on the corner of Kingshighway and Enright.

Wait.  What?  A line of cars waiting to get into the parking lot of a Family Dollar that’s quasi in the hood, depending on who you ask, at 6:15p on a Friday night?  I couldn’t have just seen that, I thought, but I had.

Then I saw what the hubbub was all about.

A man was dancing outside of the store, and he was gettin’ it!  His face said he knew he was popping and locking with the best of them.  Forget Les Twins, his face emoted, and bring on the next season of World of Dance, where he could show J-Lo, Derek Hough, and Ne-Yo what he was working with.  I could tell he wasn’t thinking about Jenna Dewan Tatum as he contemplated his future greatness played out on the small screen.  Trust me; I could just tell.

The reality of his movements, however, did not match the confidence on his face.  He looked more like one of those air dancer tube things outside of a car dealership than he looked like a world class dancer.

Then again, who am I to judge?  He had an audience of admirers slowing traffic on southbound South Kingshighway, which is more than I can say I’ve ever done.