About an hour ago I had something terrible pop into my head... The scene from "The Full Monty" where the guys are standing in the employment centre lineup, and "Hot Stuff" comes on the radio and they start subtly practicing their dance routine.
Now I find myself at my desk, singing the only line I know from the song, ("..lookin fer some hot stuff, baby..... somethinsomethin"). I'm moving my shoulders back and forth and seated-upper-body-dancing the best that I can. The transformation comes and goes, and thankfully since I only know the one line it passes just as quickly.
This is nothing new to Tim, (my Inventory Controller who shares my office), he's seen me flip out many times.
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