Do you want to know about the lady that caught me dancing in front of the little annoying video/music toy at Wal-Mart that moments later I verbally sold a Magna-Doodle too?
OR….
Do you want to hear the story about the teenage boy in my daughters school that caught me doing The Robot in my van while driving down Manchester?
When will I learn that I am not alone and in my own little “April” world when I go out in public?
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BOTH!