An old friend from North Georgia taught me this one. It’s never happened to me. I don’t know where it comes from, but it makes me smile every time I think of it.

The scene: A dance. There’s probably a country band, and they just started playing a slow number. Emma’s been sitting on a wooden bench against the wall all night. Turner has seen her there. He walks up, takes off his hat.

“Well. You dancin’?”
She looks up, “You askin’?”
“Yep. I’m askin’.”
She stands up. “Well then I’m dancin’.”

I guess, sometimes, we just have to remember to ask.