There were five people at a corner table in the back at Cafe Presse. Around midnight, as the table was getting up to leave, some hiphop started playing. You never know what’s going to come on at Cafe Presse.

“What is this?” a man in the group said.

“I don’t know, but it makes me want to dance,” a woman replied.

It was the song with the line An time flies when you’re havin fun/I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just ruuhn baby ruuhn… The Luducris song “Phat Rabbit.” With the lemme touch it/lemme feel it/lemme grab it/fat rabbit chorus.

The woman started dancing. Like, really dancing. She had on a green fuzzy sweater and a knit hat she’d made. She looked awesome. She danced in the back room and then continued dancing down the hall toward Cafe Presse’s front room. A server was coming out of the kitchen with arms full of food and stopped to let her dance by, her arms and legs going in all directions. “Yeah, dance on out,” he said, and she did.