Back in my day, if you wanted to show off a new dance, you did it in the VFW hall with a live band and about four beers in your system. These days, apparently you just prop up your phone, flap your arms like a confused chicken, and boom — you’re “viral.”
I thought viral was something you caught from bad potato salad at the church picnic, but turns out it’s now a compliment.
My grandniece said, “Uncl…