Think Polka

Today we had an accordian player at the nursing home. Most of the staff would have said to you that it was torture, not me. I need to paint the scene for you...

Man about 55-58, good head of hair for the 1970's, very poofy. Hagar slacks, just a little too tight, button up(sorry, snap up) western shirt, and some pretty spiffy pointy-toed cowboy boots. All of this loveliness was accented by an accordian.

He was a one man show, booked for an hour(think polka). He did some songs I know, but didn't recognize until he was at least halfway through the song.

After hearing him say to the elderly crowd, "everbody sing now", and only hearing one voice in addition to his own, I should have felt sorry for him. But nope, I laughed my ass off. I kept thinking it was like a commercial or skit on late night television.... Guy wants to make it big in the music industry with his accordian and ends up at the nursing home.

I swear, I could not stop laughing. So in order not to appear rude, I started dancing...alone. As I was laughing so hard, I thought I may as well try to give the residents some additional entertainment so I started with the "Chicken Dance"song when he began to play it. Accordian Guy loved my involvement. He started dancing and playing along. Then one of the residents starts with the tambourine that they have been holding quietly, then another begins to clap. We have a participating audience ladies and gentlemen!

Soon after a crowd of staff members and more residents have joined the party. All the while I am dancing like a fool to polka and staff members and residents alike are all laughing and having fun. I swear I could see hands tapping to the beat that I haven't seen move before. Residents were having a great time! So did I, looking like a dumbass and all. I had a good time.

I think I will remember this day when I need a laugh. Think Polka!