[Editor's Note: Disclaimer: This has absolutely nothing to do with food, but it's so ground-shakingly awesome that we had to post it.]
Picture it. You’re eight years old. Your mom wakes you up, hustles and herds your groggy ass through the morning drill: “Get up get up! You’re gonna be late!” – nipping at your heels – “Eat your breakfast! Hurry up! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!“
She runs you out of the apartment, pulling you faster than your shorty legs want to go, across the street, down the block, “Come on, come on, we’re gonna be late.” You scamper and hustle under your backpack loaded with books. The schoolyard comes into view, same as every day. All the other kids mill around with their parents, while the principal hectors everyone through a bullhorn from the top of the steps, “OK guys let’s go! Line up! Line up!”
Same as always.
But wait, what’s this!? Strange, slow, soft music suddenly unfurls over the bullhorn’s blare. But what? Parents suddenly disengage from the mob, traipsing, oddly gracefully for an inherently nerdy breed, into the empty center of the schoolyard…And proceed do prance around in some sort of choreographed ballet…What!? Parents. So weird.
But then…as the goofy grown-ups collapse at the end of their freaky-but-kinda-funny number, a hip hop beat booms over the yard. Teachers stream out to join the booty shaking antics. Seven minutes later, the entire school is bouncing – every kid, parent and teacher – in a mass of school’s-out-for-summer glee, losing their freaking minds to LMFAO’s Party Rock Anthem.
It happened. In Brooklyn, of course, at Park Slope’s P.S. 10. They called it a flash mob. We call it a victory for humankind. Behold the glory: