Out of the blue this morning, our Mexican neighbor from way down the street gave me Jazz Hands from afar. This is the first such occurrence of an unsolicited Jazz Hands without me initiating the ritual (hence "unsolicited"). What I find rather intoxicating about this development is, despite the obvious language barrier that challenges us day to day, Jazz Hands seem to be universally accepted as a friendly gesture. If you speak Spanish, English, Spanglish or Gibberish, Jazz Hands is understood. We truly are on common ground...Perhaps Jazz Hands is the key to peace among mankind. Imagine soldiers in combat raining down Jazz Hands upon the enemy instead of bombs and bullets. First of all, less people would get hurt in general which is nice, and second of all I think both sides would have a good laugh, put down their weapons and have a feast to celebrate the end of all war forever.
Of course, I politely Jazz Hand Man of Mexico back enthusiastically in a highly expressive manner to be certain he clearly sees that I am giving him hand jazz, what with the distance between us and all (I mean that literally of course...metaphorically, there is not much distance between us due to our nonverbal communication using Jazz Hands if that was not clear).
He yells something out to me in his native tongue, probably to express his gratitude. Does anyone know what "relajarse maldito idiota" means?
There is a slight chance that some of the events stated above are somewhat embellished. But I assure you that my Mexican neighbor did, in fact, give me unsolicited Jazz Hands this morning and I did, in fact, Jazz Hand him back. Also fact is that we are metaphorically closer now as a result. Day twenty-six complete.
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