Good timing

I like to dance when I time-travel. In the gap between when I leave the current moment and am traveling to the past or future time when no one can see me, I bust some uninhibited and normally embarrassing great moves!

I also dance when I get to where I’m going to and someone sees me suddenly appear out of nowhere. The other day I traveled to July 4, 1776 Independence Hall. I appeared on the table, standing on the Declaration of Independence. The founding fathers stood around me aghast, pale, mouths hanging open. I danced. One of those arms flailing over my head, tongue hanging out, shaking my hips like an ant on a vibrator. The founding fathers’ heads started bouncing in time to my shakes. Pretty soon they were all letting loose and I leaned down and signed my hip-hop name, “Primary Bee.”