I tried not to stare, but it was hard to look away. To be fair everyone else in the turn lane behind me was watching, too. I think that was kind of her point. It was 5:00 rush hour, and she was waiting at the bus stop at Kingshighway and Vandeventer.
She had an old school Walkman and dance moves that can only be described as Jagger crossed with an epileptic kangaroo. Really spastic but executed with such confidence that you couldn't help but give her props.
At the top of her lungs and just a hair off key she belted out Patty Smith's "I Am the Warrior." For the big finish, she added the hand motions of her thumb and forefinger in the shape of a gun. "Shootin' at the walls of heartache. Bang, bang, I am the warrior. Yes, I am the warrior and victory is mine."
The light changed, and we all drove on to our respective destinations. I don't know about any of the other motorists, but I went home feeling a little bit lighter and little like dancing.
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So you survived the warrior- that's so funny. So good to hear from you Jack-Kay! So neat you live in St. Louis- my only cousins live there and I go up there from time to time- it's a wonderful city. I love me some Dr. Brown's- I have used them all four babies. I'm just sayin' IF you were to send me a pack or two of level 3 nipples- I wouldn't throw them away.... :)
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