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Drivers report seeing belly dancer shimmying across I-880

01/30/2008 11:39:11 AM PST

Nothing beats a shimmy and shake to stop traffic.

When commuters spotted a woman in a belly dancing getup getting her groove on with a road sign, they called 911. It's more than you might expect to see along the side of Interstate 880 in San Leandro on a Monday afternoon.

The first call described a woman belly dancing along the right side of the road at 3:07 p.m. A minute later, drivers reported that she was using a light pole as a dancing prop and then a highway sign for a pole dance.

It wasn't until she ran across the interstate that things got nasty, CHP officer Oscar Johnson said. The woman in a black halter top and black pants began screaming obscenities at drivers who nearly hit her as she dangerously shimmied across the highway, he said.

By the time officers arrived at the scene, the woman had ducked into the brush near a homeless encampment and run away, Johnson said.

For the record, at 3:07p on Monday afternoon I was at work in San Jose, in a meeting. My casual business attire was not so casual as to include a halter top. Besides, I can't dance on flat ground, let alone pole dance with a light pole or a highway sign.

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Cristalle said…
whatever. we all KNOW it was you.
February 13, 2008
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