I was walking around Puebla and ended up in the old mercado, since cleaned up and now filled with shops selling everything, a kiddie playground, an an arcade. Every here and there was a table with a concerned-looking man explaining insurance and auto mortgage to puzzled and concerned couples.
As I passed the arcade, there is was - the "dance dance" machine or whatever it's called. It had a tall, young, floppy-haired kid. The sensor-floor was like a trolley, with the handle at the back. The kid was leaning backward on it, bent at the hip almost in a semi-seated position, and with increasing speed - or desperation - stepping on the colored squares. If he was practicing for his prom, he'd be the laughing stock. Leaning back and stepping around, he looked as if he was putting out a fire - or an army of Mexican fire ants. It was surreal and hilarious. Thank god there is no Mexican "So you think you can dance?". Frankly, thank god those pants didn't fall off.
You know how serious that can be - a man just got kicked out of a flight in the US for wearing boxer-baring low-hung pants. Explanation - can't run in an emergency.
I'm with the airline on this one.
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