We are in the baking isle at hawthorne street Fred Meyer. Right next to the cake and brownie mixes, close to the sugar, flour and chocolate chips. The music is hard to hear. I think it's someone like Celine Dion but I cannot remember her name exactly. Lindsey keeps correcting my mis-spoken-ness and this is helpful. We start becoming a more intimate group, we take a deep breath and dance. I am surprised how easy it is to dance in the isle's here. A few people turn into the isle and then pull their carts out. Fred Meyer employees in blue shirts appear more and more often walking by the end of the isle, glancing in, do they think they are being casual? and then continuing on. I hope they come dance with us.A woman and man come down the isle, she is talking about their grocery list. He is staring ahead at us. She follows his gaze and sees us. She smiles and wiggles her body slightly.
Do we have a taker?
She comes down the isle and says she likes what she's seeing. She tells us they are shopping for the makings of a cake and probably needs to dance a little. We all laugh with her. The man looks over our heads but is listening and hanging in there, not pulling away.
The woman is actually swaying her shoulders and hips a little more but doesn't seem aware that she is dancing with us. She says, maybe next time and continues on, waves to us at the end of the isle.
More Fred Meyer employees watching us and then following us as we go to buy the mouthwash I need. Judith says they are like ghost, showing up and then disappearing. I think they think we might shop lift.
I made committment for this project to buy something at each place we dance so we have a merchant/dancer exchange experience, not just us taking up their space.
We leave Freds. On the sidewalk we talk and decide that the music at Freds seems designed to make sure you do not move your body or get inspired to do anything but shop. We also think Freds security thought we might be Terrorists, as in, dancing terrorists for the liberation of bodies moving and having joyful experiences. Ha ha ha.
We laugh at our cleverness and our relief that the we did it. And we did do it.
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