Mr. Swayze would have been proud
I’ve been traveling for the last couple of weeks and today I flew down to Orlando, FL, to do some research for my new project. As I exit the terminal looking for a cab, I see a mature woman working the taxi rank. Her hair looks tired of being dyed. She calls a cab for me and then eyes my tee shirt.
“Patrick Swayze, huh? As in the actor?”
“Yeah.” I don’t know what to say. It didn’t seem to be the right time to say ‘it’s an ironic comment on post 90s pop culture’.
“You like him then, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m a fan.” I lie. I’m tired.
“I just got the DVD of that dancin’ movie. I think it’s one of my all time favourites.”
“I’m the president of the Chicago chapter fan club.” I don’t know where this came from, but I’m going with it.
“Really? Well, that’s understandable. He’s amazing. He’s such a great dancer!”
“I know. We all think he’s great.”
“Do you know if he’s working on a new picture? You know, one with more dancin’?”
At this point I’ve got her eating out of my hand. I pause for a second and my eyes shift from side to side.
“Well, you didn’t hear this from me, but he’s working on a sequel to Dirty Dancing right now”
“He is?! Oh I hope there lots of dancin’ ”
At this point the taxi driver arrives and carries my bags. I start to leave with him, my new friend agog with joy. I shout back at her, “You didn’t hear this from me, ok?”
I get in the cab and smile to myself. My work here is done.
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