feet!

“Wipe your feet!” bellowed an old woman from behind a counter.

Semiprecious D. Anne Love 2006

Or, invoking a remembered phrase from the magic shop, I would shout, “Uh-oh, I’m getting happy feet!” and then dance uncontrollably across the stage, my feet moving like Balla’s painting of a futurist dog, while my face told the audience that I wanted to stop but couldn’t.

Born Standing Up Steve Martin 2007