Living Off The Wall

As I approached the TSA-like security checkpoint at the Federal Building where I teach government employees spin each week, I lost all self-control:

“Workin’ Day And Night” kicked into the iPod.

Edging over to the side of the patio area and then refusing to investigate any further exposure, I launched into a cathartic warm-up for class. Thanks to Michael.

When all was done, I turned around to find the 50-something pensioned security guards smirking delightfully through the glass window at what they minutes later labelled my “gyrations.”

Maybe they can get a little more groove on to meet Michael half-way.