Tammy smiled and laughed. She liked her new job. But as Tammy watched Dylan throw the trash into the recycling bin for the 3rd time this week, her legs began to tremble, like a building that is about to collapse. Her eyes began to dart in all directions, and she slammed the box of donuts she was carrying on the floor.

And it happened. Tammy’s feet began to stomp in all directions. Raspberry Jelly from the donuts splattered all over the walls. And then the clapping began. She tried to hold back her tongue but she couldn’t help but let it escape her. As she was dancing wildly, Dylan’s eyes were wide with concern.

“Umm, Tammy are you doing the cotton eyed Joe?” Dylan shifted uneasily. He recognized the tune she was singing, and partially the dance, but he didn’t understand why she was singing in Italian.

Around and around she went, for a solid 10 minutes. Then she sat down, slightly embarrassed. But she was sure that was nothing compared to the embarrassment that Dylan was feeling. He made her so nervous. And it was alright for another hour, but when Dylan threw more trash into the recycling bin for the 4th time, (two in one day), Tammy once more succumbed to her nerves.