So what else could use a flash mob? Where? When? What needs to be Occupied for a few startled, thrilling moments?
And check out the red hats.
So what else could use a flash mob? Where? When? What needs to be Occupied for a few startled, thrilling moments?
And check out the red hats.
I’d have to change my pants!
I betcha any of us would have to change our pants. So unexpected and delightful would it be . . .
Reminds me of one grey, drizzley day last winter when, as I crossed a street with my little dog Emma on our daily walk I noticed about six IU students standing at the bus stop, all of them looking glum, solitary, and downcast. Suddenly I called out, “Hey, it’s a beautiful day!” and Emma started dancing around them with her usual joy. On every face, joy broke out like the sun coming through the clouds. Truly a wonderful moment. So we can flash alone as well as in a mob. (I wonder if any of them had to change their pants . . .)