So you step away from your desk at work.
And when you get back, there's this person blocking the way to your desk, talking to your neighbour.
As you approach, she turns around.
You both hesitate, and then you both step one way, then the other.
There's an awkward pause, and then there's nervous laughter.
And then Insanity Personality Disorder kicks in, and Lunacy goes into Hyperdrive.
Yes, hyperbole, sue me.
You (taking a half-step back and extending a raised palm): "May I have this dance?"
She (looks bemused, decides against throwing her fist into your face, proffers hand): "Sure :)"
You (take the hand, lead her into a slow waltz, and, whilst tonelessly humming Enigma's "Mea Culpa", manage to twirl her to the other side, without stepping on her feet): "ooh aah aee aaa ooooooo"
She (unsure if you just had a stroke, looks at you askance): ".......?"
You (mortified): "Sorry, my voice-box should come with a disclaimer"
She (laughs, lets go and mock-curtsies): "'Twas an honour, my liege"
A few minutes later, there pops up an alert, on IM.
"Thank you for the dance, I haven't had that in..well..ever!"
":) You're very welcome. I'm just happy you did not put my head through the wall."
"Haha, why would I do that?"
"Well, I'm about 97.895% sure that impromptu dance bouts with random strangers would not be acceptable at the workplace, even on a Friday."
"Fair point. 'Hi, I'm NameChangedToProtectIdentity!' - there, we aren't strangers now"
"'Hey NCTPI, I'm Eby!' - ah, crisis averted indeed"
"You know, nobility says a gentleman should ask if the lady would like a drink, after a dance."
"True, but this nobleman doesn't drink!"
<silence>
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<crickets chirp merrily>
<droning hum crescendos in head as implications sink in>
--NCTPI has left the conversation--
--Silently closes IM window, pushes chair back, and not-too-lightly bangs aforementioned head against keyboard--
