Caught in Spontaneous Dancing!

I'll 'fess up. I sometimes break into fits of spontaneous dancing. The music moves me and I surrender.

It happened this morning at the grocery store.

Ever since I broke my foot a few years ago and couldn't drive for about 6 weeks, the DH and I have been in the habit of making our large weekly grocery run together. We were headed down the cereal aisle and he was driving the cart. (What can I say? The man has control issues!) I was ahead of him, zeroing in on the Cheerios when a really fun number started over the Muzak.

And thinking the DH had worked hard all week and deserved a cheap thrill, I started to dance.

Well, maybe not dance. It was more rhythmic strutting with attitude. When I decided to get fancy and throw in a little spin, I discovered to my chagrin that the man pushing the cart directly behind me was NOT my DH.

It was a little old fellow with a mile-wide grin on his face.

The DH had been distracted by Twinkies a few cart-lengths back.

But, I had made someone's day anyway. And my DH had a good chuckle, too.

So I will continue to engage in spontaneous dancing whenever the spirit moves me. No matter who's watching.

What silly thing have you been caught in lately?