The Weasil Goes A-Flash Dancing

05 August 2017
Story #873

R. Linda:

I wasn't there, but I heard all about it! Our Weasil was in Ireland recently, and while waiting for a flight to London, he was cooling his heels at Shannon Airport. Having some time, Weasil went shopping, and not needing an Aran sweater, cap, scarf, or even a trinket souvenir, he was totally bored out of his mind until... yes, R. Linda, until he spied a footy shop and in he went!

And out he came sporting this:

Or, something similar, though I think this be the one

Having a new found need to purchase expensive footy jerseys, it seems the Kappa Remilo Team Club Wear be the Weasil's new passion. He is looking to get every Kappa jersey he can get his hands on. So, walking around sporting his new look, he was not paying attention to a lot of other yellow jerseys of a similar look. Yes, indeed, he was busy taking selfies on his mobile phone and sharing photos of the new kit with his wife, kids, friends, and anyone who would take a peek.

As he wandered thus in the middle of Shannon, he stopped in one area to take yet another self-indulgent selfie, quite oblivious that he was suddenly surrounded by yellow-shirted people. With another unexpected suddenness, Irish music began playing out of the loudspeaker, and the yellow-shirted people around him started step dancing. The Weasil woke up quickly to the thunder of the heels to the floor and the whoops and hoots, and as one young thing and then another reeled around him, he figured he better step his way out, but wait! There was no way out; he was in the middle of this musical chaos, and so he did what any discriminating Weasil would do: he joined in!

Here are the muddled masses in yellow shirts for your perusal:

Photo Courtesy of the above (I believe the blond-haired laddie in the middle be our Weas

Now you can see how the Weasil got mixed into this crowd? I tell ya, the young laddie be ever into the mix, whether consciously or, in most cases, like this one, unconsciously. If you look closely, he's in there somewhere. Well, from what I was told, he danced his heart out, knowing a few steps, but one must remember the Weasil be no Irishman, but a Scotsman used to Scottish reels. So what the Irish kiddos were dancing and what the Scottish Weasil was dancing were two very different steps they were, but close enough, I suppose, for Weasil to get by.

He said that at the end of this fiasco of sudden dance mania (for it was, as you guessed, a flash dance), the Weasil was mistaken for the lead dancer, or even worse, the dance captain. Yes, because his shirt was slightly different, he was soon the main focus of everyone's attention. Of course, it didn't help that as soon as the dance was over, the yellow-shirted Irish dance kiddos dispersed, leaving the Weasil standing quite alone in the middle of the floor.

At which point, a few people came up to tell him, "Well done!" and of course, Weasil accepted it as being his performance, never mind the dance troop!

Oh, poor Weasil, you say, I couldn't agree more, but I do snicker at the whole episode. I don't know if any of this be true or not, as it is second and third-hand joke information passed on from one reliable source and one . . . not so much.

I did try to get in touch with Weasil for a comment, but he was unavailable as his flight to London was in the air. I can't think of anything more humorous than a dancing Weasil, especially when the dancing be a surprise to his rather keen self. In this case, Weasil was not so keen. At least it wasn't me this time, as this sort of thing usually happens to me, not the Weas.

Gabe
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