Polka?
Me: What is that on the radio? CoWorker: It is Lily Allen singing Alfie Me: It sounds like a polka. CW: It does, a little. I'm not digging it. Me: It is a polka. You only hear polkas at weddings... right after everyone does the chicken dance. CW: My nephew announced that he learned the chicken dance and the Macarena. Me: He was bragging about that? CW: He is five. I told him he was all set when he gets married. Me: Who ever decided that the chicken dance and the macarena were great wedding dances? Or the polka for that matter? CW: I dunno. Me: When we get married again, we should insist on no chicken dance. CW: We get married? Me: That wasn't a proposal. Besides you are still married to your husband. CW: Well, the way you said it... Me: .... CW: You did say it like you and I were getting married. Me: But, I didn't mean it that way. CW: Maybe we should get married. Me: Yeah, maybe we should. We are far less trouble than men.