Hey, What’s Up With Dancing Sign Guy?

After the sixth red light in a row that I have had to stop and cool my heels, I see Dancing Sign Guy. He’s out on his corner spinning his cardboard sign around and around until it looks like he might catch air and start flying into the sky. I’m curious about what he has to say, but I can’t read the stinking sign. Hey, Dancing Sign Guy, calm down a minute so I can see what you’re peddling! He never makes eye-contact with me or anyone else. His baseball cap is pulled low over his brow and it is…