Fancy a wiggle?

I was reading back over some of my old posts (http://whoasked.blogspot.com/2005/08/uninteresting-thing-happened-on-way-to.html), and decided to share a story of something weird I'd done to someone else. Here goes.

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A few years ago (sadly, I don't remember exactly how many), my friend Jason got married. The ceremony took place in a small town in Northeast Iowa, and the reception was held at a large hall in Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin. After the ceremony, the wedding party all loaded up in a couple limos (only one of which had AC...) for the trip to Wisconsin.

At the reception, we all dined and drank and danced and did other things (not all of which began with the letter d), and generally had a fun time. As the evening wore on, everyone began to say their goodbyes and prepare to leave. Jason and his new bride did the same.

As my wife and I were leaving, I spied Jason and his wife leaving the building. Being the jolly sort of fellow that I am, I decided to run over, grab Jason's hips, and shake 'em a little bit. Strange, yes, but not really out of the ordinary for me at the time. So I did that. I ran over, grabbed his hips, and shook him back and forth just a little. Then I turned and ran back over to my wife, who was waiting by our car.

"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing.

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Wiggling Jason."

"That wasn't Jason," she said, laughing even more.

I turned and looked, and realized that she was right. That guy was not, in fact, Jason, but some other poor stranger of a groom, left to wonder why the crap some guy had just grabbed him by the hips and shaken him. My wife then told me that as I ran back towards her, the guy's new bride (they were another couple holding their wedding reception at the same facility) turned to him and asked, "What was that?" and that the guy replied, "I have no idea."

I was a little embarrassed, so we went ahead and got in the car and left. The end.