Do You Like Polka?

Last monday morning, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few items. It was about 8:30 a.m. and I am not a morning person. I require caffeine on a daily basis to allow me to function and early morning is no exception. At such an early morning time I am am not mentally ready for any random acts or suprises.
As I made my way through the empty parking lot, I noticed a white haired elderly woman sitting on the passenger side in a Buick in the front handicapped space. We made eye contact and she immediately motioned for me to come see her. " Hey you, come here!" she shouted. I was confused but intrigued as to what this woman may want or need from me.
As I slowly approached her car, I could see the woman moving things around in the vehicle. She looked over at me and said " Come on I said! Come here!" I was hesitant because I was thinking this woman could shoot me in the face or try to stick me for my paper. I mean, this is Flint and we have some gangster type old folks around these parts.
When I got about a foot away from her car door, the woman asked me "Do you like polka?" She then turned and cranked up her radio dial and an unfamiliar screeching type of music poured out. The woman then began smiling, clapping and dancing with her arms. I just stood there staring. My ears rejected the verbal abuse called polka and I wished I had a shot of red bull at that point. I couldnt believe that this old lady was so excited that early in the morning. I was wating for a Bob Saget type to jump out of a shopping cart and tell me where the cameras were. Bob Saget never came.
The woman turned her radio down and explained her love for the polka to me. " I love the polka. It's my favorite music. It's my favorite music to dance to. I cant dance anymore though, because I cant walk anymore!" She then burst into tears.
I was so confused and I did not know what to do. I asked her if she was o.k. and if I could call someone for her. She told me her husband was in the store. " Here he comes now" she said.
A smiling elderly man approached. He looked friendly and I felt comfortable leaving. I walked past her husband and he grinned at me. He turned and asked "Hey, Do you like polka?"