Office by Alex Penny
A city girl with a country heart. I write about line dancing, pancakes, and the occasional soldier. But only if he can two-step.
which I know are going to show up on instagram non-ironically tagged “country”, I can’t help but
but thinks I’m going to be able to magically make her learn one-on-one, I’m like
if you really cannot learn a tush push when it’s broken down for you by a paid instructor then I am sure as shit not going to try and teach you zydeco lady out in the parking lot, for real.
start trying to teach their even drunker friends the dance, I’m like
and all the tourists and bachelorette parties start coming to lessons
and she’s like “you’re not security”
at the end of the night when you’re just trying to do a line dance
and she’s like
and then security comes and kicks her off the floor, I’m like
because I wear my dancing boots to the bar instead of boots covered in horse shit, I’m like
we’re five miles outside the heart of one of the largest cities in the country, and about six times that far from the nearest open field. who’s out of place, here?
pushing other dancers off the dancefloor, and acting like they run the place, it’s just like
we don’t play that way around here anymore.
