I couldn’t believe it.

The grey haired lady in the park had rhythm. She had a grin on her face as she moved from foot to foot. Behind her the grouchy skinny guy laughed. He lurched along the path and pumped his arms into the air.

I walked downtown to the village and encountered the same thing. At one end of the crosswalk five people waited for the light to change. My jaw dropped. It looked like a dance party. I swear that guy is dancing to a Donna Summer song.

Has everyone gone mad? I went into the drugstore. Yes, they are doing it too. The young female cashier is shimmying and the pharmacist, is well, I don’t know how to describe it.

What the hell is going on?

I walk home past writhing, jiggling and dancing people of all ages. I am bewildered.

Why am I not dancing?