Sunset Gyrations

As I was driving around at work a couple of days ago, I glanced over in the direction of an old abandoned gas station, which has been a petri dish of growing trouble, but what I saw was not the ordinary riff-raff. I wasn't exactly sure what I had witnessed wizzing past at 45 mph. So, I decided to make a tight u-turn and take a closer look. What I initially assumed was an early twenties aged female having some sort of seizure or psychotic break down turned out to be dancing. As I pulled up and got out behind the young lady, I realized she was was apparently gyrating to the music coming from an abnormally large set of white earphones strapped atop her head. Although, given the dancers eclectic nature of stripped, polkadot, multi-layered and odd colored clothing, the giant headphones were somehow very fitting.

I introduced myself, and asked her what exactly she was doing cutting such a passionate rug in the middle of this abandoned parking lot next to a busy roadway. She motioned toward a large open field to the west of where we were standing. The orange and yellow Sun was hanging just above the horizon in the distance.

"I was just driving, and when I saw the Sun setting I thought it would be a good idea to stop and dance," she said without even a hint of humor or sense of abnormality concerning the deviation of the presented action from social norms.

"Okay," I responded not sure what else to add.

With unflinching eye contact and a sweaty endorphin-filled smile she asked, "Is there a problem with me being here?"

"Yes," I said, "The owner of the property does not want anyone to be here."

"Okay, I have a Plan B," she proclaimed with a overly cheerful tone, and with that she hopped in the driver's seat of her car and sped off to her next spontaneous dance date.