I walk through the 8th Avenue subway stop, passing a troupe of particularly talented break dancers. A large crowd is gathered around them, enjoying the show. I stand near the outside, impressed but I'm on my way to appointment. "Well, I can spare a minute," I think to myself.
I make eye contact with one of the dancers. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the middle of the circle. I smile sheepishly, my face bright red. They try to get me to dance and I move awkwardly, trying to be a good sport in front of such a large audience.
Then the song changes and I look at all the dancers with a smirk. We break out into an elaborately choreographed routine. This is some So You Think You Can Dance level shit. The crowd goes wild. Next to us, a pile of money accumulates. We had planned this all along.