Every weekend that I happen to drive by a certain busy intersection, I catch sight of this guy on the corner. Mid-twenties, slim, decked-out in 1930's-style swing gear - the fedora, the suspenders. He's holding a big, yellow sign for KB Homes. And he's dancing. Dancing with all the enthusiasm of a drunk high school kid at prom. He be-bops, gyrates
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