We all feel happy sometimes. Sometimes, we feel so happy we just can't contain ourselves: We have to dance! It's just that, if we happen to be that happy anywhere near the street, we might temper our excitement for just a second to look out for any high-velocity projectile that might be coming our way -- like, say, an ice cream truck.
Because it may be fun to dance, but it is not fun to be in full-body traction. Really, it's a lesson we all might have learned from the pilot episode (and every opening credits sequence) of My Name is Earl. But maybe this guy doesn't watch that show.
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Whatever the case, our sympathies go out to dancing guy -- and so does our gratitude. Thank you, whoever you are. Thank you for the lulz.