Yesterday driving home from work on N. Broad, I stopped at a red light. The other drivers and I were treated to a dance by this man:
It was a poised left-to-right shuffle,* slow but with lots of attitude, culminating in a sassy ass-smack. (He held his Rally's bag the whole time.)
I love Broad.**
* Not the Cupid Shuffle, but not so different. (That's a great link, by the way.)
** Sarah and I were discussing, just the other day, whether it was Broad Avenue or Street. It's both at different points.