The Dance of Shame

Lets go to the bar and have a drink Bob suggests. I agree that it would be a good idea after a long day of fishing. As we are driving down the street we come to a stop sign. I hear this loud music of some sort coming from my right. I look over and see two girls doing a thrust like motion to the song. I assume they are dancing but who knows what teenagers do these days. Bob and I are laughing hysterically when I get this great idea to creep them out a little bit. I tell Bob the plan and he is all game for it. so as we turned the corner I rolled down my window and yell looking good as Bob honked the horn at them. Their faces turned bright red and you could tell they were embarrassed and a little creeped out as they jumped in the car and took off.