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foot stomping boogie!

So the other day i receive a text, "Hey I have some friends from LA coming up to go country dancing, wanna come?" I think sure why wouldn't I? (hindsight: Why wouldn't you? Maybe because you're awkward and uncoordinated, or maybe because you don't know how to country dance...)

So I find myself in my "cowboy" hat, cowboy used loosely because it's a hat that I bought at Target that is fake snake skin and distressed to look cool, and the most action it's ever seen is at the beach during my "I want to look like a surfer phase".

So I'm out there on the dance floor having a grand old time when I hear, "If you don't know the dance get off the floor." I thought about it and decided, she's not talking to me, I'm not in any one's way! Then the voice floated through the air again... This time I was positive it was directed towards my friends and I. It was so quiet and passive aggressive that it irked me.

I say kinda loud "we're just hear having fun." Next thing I know on the next shuffle to your left or whatever it was, I have cowboy boot on my foot. This passive aggressive line dancer decided that because I didn't know the dance, I deserved a broken foot.

Did I mention that there were casting agents for some weird country line-dancing reality show, and that's why this girl went crazy on my foot. I really was about to turn around and inform her that she wasn't good enough or pretty enough to be picked so she might as well give up, but I decided instead to walk off the floor.

That's passive aggressive, and all it got me was a walking boot and a set of crutches!

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