Shock

Well, I did it. It was an accident, but I finally embarrassed DJ in public.

This morning was an odd one; I started work 45 minutes later than usual, which meant that DJ and I left at the same time. While sauntering to the bus stop together, he mentioned kickboxing.  I don’t remember why he brought it up but I immediately started kickboxing the air as best I could.  I even tried the kicks and added fight sound effects. I thought it would be cute.

Low and behold, I got a sharp jerk on the arm and a whisper-scream from DJ, “Arrrreeeettttteee!!!” (Which means,“Stoooooopppppp“).

Completely shocked by his reaction, I momentarily obeyed.  Then a few seconds later, obviously, I started hysterically kicking and punching an imaginary adversary just because he told me not to.  Stiff-armed and completely straight faced, he started crushing my hand and yanking on my arm, “Not in public! You look like you’re doing ballet kickboxing. Just not in public!”

Hi-larious. And now we’re even.  DJ has this old man dance where he pretends to swing a pocket watch or cane or something while swishing his knees all around and snapping.  It makes me laugh like crazy every time he does it in the house, but mortifies me if he even shakes his leg the wrong way in public.

Sometimes he winks at me and threatens to do his old man dance when we’re out with friends. Next time I will retaliate.  I have the feeling this could get out of control.

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