It's been 20 years, maybe more, since I last saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show (yes, folks, in my younger days I was a Feature Creature). Anyway, at some point the computer picked the movie soundtrack, and began playing it.
And it dug up my old memories. So, without thinking, I began yelling out the old responses, just like I did at the movie.
I didn't even realize what I was doing until I looked up to see my staff were all standing in my office doorway, trying to figure out if they should call a neurologist, or psychiatrist, or Dr. Kevorkian.
Leave me alone. It was a 3 day weekend, and I need another Diet Coke.