Supermarket strutter

The supermarket plays Staying Alive. Great music to strut to. Almost unavoidable. John tries hard not to strut. He walks fast, it feels unnatural. Looks it too. He slows, but his feet soon meet the beat. He stops, abruptly, in front of the feminine hygiene products. He walks on, forcing the spring from his step. He picks up two tins of beans, a loaf of bread and some eggs. It would be much easier if he had a basket, but John doesn’t do baskets. Or trolleys. Just as well cos there’s a cute blonde at the frozen meals. He pulls back his shoulders, holds his head up high and goes swaggering by. Huh huh huh huh, swaggering by.