Gary stared at his phone, fingers trembling. The screen flashed: “Join the #RenegadeRumble!” His best friend, Sarah, snorted. “You’re gonna look like a confused penguin,” she said, crunching potato chips. Gary ignored her. He’d spent three hours practicing the “wobble hip” move, which involved shaking his posterior like it was a Wi-Fi router. At the party, he strutted to the dance floor, where a crowd had formed. The beat dropped. Gary launched into the dance, arms flailing, hips rolling. A toddler nearby clapped. “Cool!” Gary beamed. Then he tripped over his own feet, face-planted into a platter of deviled eggs. The room froze. Sarah burst out laughing. “You just invented a new trend,” she wheezed. Gary, egg on his nose, shrugged. “Maybe it’s called ‘The Eggplant.'” The next day, #EggplantDance trended. Gary became a meme. He never wobbled again.
