[another one for the dream dumpster.]

I was crossing a posh lobby when a small, slick man (or possibly a fancy seal, because, dreams!!) approached. He stopped me and insisted that I could not cross the lobby, but must mambo across with him.

Even though I resisted, he was adamant and very pushy and forced me to grab his hands (flippers??) and mambo along to cross the lobby.

He was a pretty good dancer, but extremely annoying just the same.

I was cranky all the day afterward, so thanks, pushy mambo seal!!

pushy mambo seal

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