Last weekend there was a birthday barbecue. One of the highlights was a two player dance mat game in which guests replete with meat and half baked with Pimms could shake their booties in front of a television screen. Other waiting participants got to line the walls of the dance competition room, and depending on their position, could watch either the screen or the booties while listening to bad music.
The same guy who owned the game and dancemats (who must be some kind of ambassador of taste, or at least entertainment) also had an Airzooka. If I rented out my body for 40+ hours a week in an office, I would buy one.