I Normally Hate Group Dances

Two years ago, back when we were new to Dover, I went to my first Bayhealth E.R. Christmas party. At that event, the DJ called all the docs up to the dance floor to embarrass themselves to the YMCA. Eager to impress, I rushed to the front of the crowd and found that I was one out of only three docs to participate. I wore the construction helmet. The rest of you docs (and you know who you were) just left us hanging. Traitors! Deserters!

Fast forward to two years later, last night's Christmas party to be exact. I was on my seventh beer, babbling to about who-knows-what to the nearest party-goer, when after an indecipherable DJ announcement, the entire crowd began egging be towards the dance floor. A little tipsy and a lot confused, I stood there until the familar trumpet intro and lyrics "Young man..." began, and I realized what I had to do. Fortunately this time, despite being the only doc, I had a lot more supporters. An eclectic mix of nurses, techs and clerks joined me. Honestly, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks to all my new friends from the last two years.