Dancing Alter Ego?

On this morning’s flight from Reno to Denver, the woman in front of us looked at N and asked him if he was a dancer, as she was sure she’d met him before.  Seeing as N is as far from a dancer (ballet, tap, exotic, take your pick) as a guy can get, I found this understandably hilarious.  Said woman could not understand why I found the suggestion so riotously funny, but then again, she’s not the one who has to listen to his litany of reasons why he won’t ballroom dance.

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