I am talking to this girl at a bar, and all of a sudden Michael Jackson's "Thriller" comes on.

Girl: OMG I LOVE this song. Hey. You know what they did in Mexico City?

Me: No. What did they do?

Girl: they got 40,000 people in the street dancing along to "Thriller" all in sync.

Me: Oh REALLY?

Girl: Yeah, it was like the most people ever at one time dancing to one song.

Me: Oh yeah.

Girl: OMG yeah. The Mexicans. It was awesome. And they were wearing like these awesome red jumpsuits.

Me: I think you're talking about the Panamanian inmates

Girl: Panamanian, Mexican, they're all the same to me. Whatever.

Me: The world is your fucking oyster isn't it?

Girl: Excuse me?

Me: I said that was an awesome video.

Girl: Oh yeah wasn't it? I wish I could dance like that.

Me: Well take a fucking dance class and do it.

Girl: Nah I'm too fat to move like that.

Me: Then move to fucking Mexico or Panama, get arrested, and be part of the next one. Which would you rather do, be part of a lame company, a lame job in North America where all work sucks monkey balls, or would you rather do something cool and exciting like that.

Girl: You know what, that's not a bad idea. If I could teach English for a year in Peru and sit front row at a U2 concert because my brother met Bono and handed him an extra ticket (I hope to dear Lord she was making that one up), then I can do pretty much anything.

Me: Go right ahead. Be my guest

Girl: Look for me, front and center in that next Mexican video.

Me: Wouldn't miss it for the world.