Crusin' down the aisle, just me, Gnarls, and the boy.

So I'm at Fresh & Easy

shopping for sustenance.

All of a sudden,

"Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley comes on.

I'm feeling good, so after taking a furtive glance around me,

I start to wiggle my hips,

bop my head,

do a little shuffle down the condiment aisle.

Then I hear:

"Oh yeah! Get down!"

There he was, the stock boy, stocking the bread.

I tried to laugh as my face begins to flame.

I hurried the rest of the condiment aisle,

but

I kept bopping my head to let him know I wasn't embarrassed.

But I was.

Oh,

I was.