Dancing to your own beat, Frisbee Failure, Cat on a Leash – Spotted in A2

. October 19, 2015.
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Dance Like No One’s Watching

You were standing outside of the Blake Transit center on South Fifth shaking your hips to the sound of what must have been an awesome song. You weren’t wearing headphones and there was no audible beat. It’s no secret that everyone has a song in their head, but you weren’t afraid to dance yours out.

 

Fan Dom

You walked into Amer’s on Church Street and South University, shouted “Fuck Northwestern” to the Northwestern fans enjoying an early lunch and continued to cut through the restaurant into an apartment building. Your Sorority sisters, taking zero creative liberty, parroted the same phrase as they followed you. You should write that one down.

 

Sunday Morning Stroll

You were walking down Liberty Street on a Sunday morning, smacking parking meters with your open palm, screaming “I gotta find my bag!” As you passed, we made eye contact, your eyes were moon-sized saucers. You said, “You lookin’ at me like I’m crazy, but bitch, I am crazy!” You continued down the street, smacking every parking meter that somehow offended you. I hope you found your bag.

 

Down and Out

You were wearing slacks and a dress shirt, pacing back and forth and throwing a frisbee to yourself in the parking lot by Whole Foods on Washtenaw. As I turned into the parking lot, I saw you reach for a frisbee and turn your ankle. You went down like a wounded deer before limping off and sitting on the curb. Did you scuff your dress pants?

 

Cat on a Leash

You were strolling through Liberty Park Plaza at the POP-X festival opening, seemingly oblivious to the private event that was going on around you. You had a grey tabby, flecked with black fur, leashed and leading you around the square. I hope your cat appreciated the exhibit because you didn’t seem to notice.