A warning about dancing in your car, it may get you fired
I was obsessed with the song. It was the theme song of my life. I would hear it at dance club and I couldn’t help myself I had to move.
To this day I have to admit I'll still go a little crazy when I hear it (for purely nostalgic reasons of course).
Let me be clear, I cannot dance. I have no natural rhythm and as hard as I may try I am unable to learn a single dance step. This includes club dancing.
However that has never stopped me from trying.
In fact, there is a certain move when I was younger I would often fall back on in a club that involved pumping the first of my right hand up in the air in a poor attempt at hitting the beat.
There are other pathetic moves, but it’s best not to describe them here (or ever).
As a reporter in Yakima I used to shoot a lot of stories on my own without a photographer, we called it one-man-banding. Thus I had my own newscar. It was a Ford Explorer with the NBC peacock painted visibly on both sides.
One morning I came back from a story and was called directly into my news director's office.
"We got a call about your driving," he said angrily.
I was stunned.
Generally I am a very careful driver and when I am in a company vehicle I am especially cautious.
"A woman called in and reached the VP,” my news director continued. “She said you flipped her off repeatedly, cursed at her and then sped away aggressively."
I thought there's no way this could be me, until my boss repeated my license number as written down by the woman and the intersection where I knew I had been at 10:20 that morning.
"The VP takes this kind of thing very seriously and it’s very likely we're going to have to fire you," my boss said.
I was freaked out, not just because I was facing the prospect of being jobless, but because I thought I had to be losing my mind. How could I not remember doing this, when clearly I had?
Somehow I caught a lucky break and big news broke that went on for several weeks. My boss never said anything else and I didn't bring it up.
About a month later I was stopped at the same intersection and DJ Sammy's Heaven came on the radio.
Instantly my fist went up in the air, I started pumping and I started singing.
I was really getting into it when I happened to look over at the driver stopped next to me and see a look of utter horror on the man's face.
Suddenly I saw myself in the reflection in his window: An angry, 'screaming' reporter, waving his fist in all directions inside my marked company vehicle.
I WAS the driver that woman had called to complain about.
I nearly got fired because I had thrown myself a dance party in my newscar.
To this day, I do not dance in a marked station vehicle.