What’s happened to people’s sense of humor? My sandbagging flash mob is still picking buckshot out of our asses after getting run off a dike along the Missouri last night when we broke into a brilliantly choreographed “5 Feet High and Rising” routine. It’s hardly our fault that our spiked-heel dance routine breached part of what appeared to be a very poorly built dike, is it? C’mon people, lighten up.