I’m working in a cubicle, but I throw my hands up in despair, beaten down by the straight-laced, button-down world of corporate America. My chest puffed up in pride, I leave the office building (somewhere between striding purposefully and skipping gleefully) and dance through the streets of the financial district, picking up a quirky gang of like minded individuals as I go. Then at some preordained intersection, we burst out into a choreographed number that we all inexplicably know. We smile, laugh, and (you guessed it) GET DANCIN!!!!