A movement, nay, a set of movements caught my eye as I wheeled the cart and cooed at the B, who was riding in my front carrier and grinning at me. I looked over, and there was a guy just grooving out. I took a moment and lent my musician's ear to the task, and discovered that he was listening to...
Baby Got Back.
No, really. Baby Got Back. I swear, I told you all that the midwest is about twenty years behind the coasts. This proves it. I'm not cool, and even I know that Baby Got Back isn't cool, and dancing to it in the middle of a Target is the epitome of not cooledness.
What's worse, is that he didn't look cool, like Sir Mix A Lot does:

He looked more like this:

Hard. Core. G to the E to the E to the K.






