Once many years ago I was visiting my grandparents place over the holidays. I felt I had to get back to my father's place so he wouldn't be alone on New Year's Eve. "Oh, are you leaving already? I thought you were going to stay and dance the polka," said Grandpa. "No, I have to get back." So I drove back, only to find the man was in a not very communicative mood and had zero interest in hanging out. "Guess I should've stayed up North and danced the polka," I thought.
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