January 14, 2013
Oh no, I am not full-out dancing in the aisles of Whole Foods on a Saturday morning. I wouldn't go that far. Not for me to pirouette and arabesque or even skip-to-the-lou-my-darling there, but a few snappy steps contained within my own magnetic field or personal cart space, oh yes indeed. I figure if they're going to encourage it by dint of playing good music, I'm going to dance enough to amuse a bored not-yet-caffeinated employee who may be watching on a closed-circuit surveillance monitor. But really, when faced with all of these fantastic tofu options, who even needs music?