I scare people!
You know you haven't tangoed in a while when you're standing in a subway car, it lurches, and you go up on your toes to absorb the impact amid the sound of your own crunching bones.
Then the woman next to you is so freaked out she shoves her way to the other side of the car to avoid you, and the triumph of your moment is sort of squelched.
I've got to stretch in the mornings so my feet don't get that shock.
(Tango dancers' feet look like ballerinas' feet; I'm one of the few women I know not in the care of a podiatrist, and I left my last one because he told me to stop dancing.)
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