While riding the subway back from our apartment hunt in Brooklyn this weekend, we had the unexpected pleasure of front-row seats to what was one of the most amusing spectacles I have ever seen.  There were three guys dancing for dollars, and to their credit, their routine was tighter than most of those I’ve seen.  But what was far more entertaining than the dancing was the reaction from a German-speaking couple who apparently thought their life was in danger when these guys started doing flips.

I don’t know why seeing people so uncomfortable makes me laugh so much, it just does.  There was the initial recoil when the music started, followed by a gradual slinking backward, but when two of them grabbed each other’s ankles to form a wheel and rolled halfway down the car, I’m pretty sure one of the tourists had a heart attack and the other one went for her meds.  Somehow it was even funnier than seeing the families who have just come from Times Square, get on the train at 42nd St and all collapse in unison when it starts moving.

Maybe I’m a terrible person for finding so much joy in other people’s discomfort, I don’t know.  But these are the things that make me happy.