My job rarely makes me dance.
In fact, most days I feel more like sobbing than getting my groove on. But then again, I work retail and am subjected to humiliation on a daily basis, so I am more likely to be swallowing down the desire to punch random strangers in the neck until their windpipe snaps and they die on the cold vinyl floor than doing the robot.
Each to their own I guess.
Source: Neatorama
