Skipping as Performance Art

I was up skiing in VT this winter and thought of you. I went to the supermarket and was feeling in a silly mood so I grabbed a basket and started skipping down the aisles. Most people were really mad at me and called me gay and stuff but others loved it. I found it quite interesting and amusing and like a performance art piece or a social study. I suppose I could have knocked someone down but I didn’t come close. When I get up my nerve, I’ll do it again somewhere. It’s not easy to skip alone I guess but it’s certainly an elation.