The best thing:

This is part of the scientifically "least desirable song."  A song designed to have elements that, according to surveys, has no popular elements.  I don't know, I sort of like it

Today was the day I was called in to work to attempt to shift around the holiday stuff in our weird storage room.  I came to a chilling realization-but first, a bit of background:

My store used to be a Super Fresh back in the 90's.  It has since closed down to become an arts and crafts store.  However, even if a store is re-purposed, it still contains the elements of its predecessors (see any Wawa or Pizza Hut, their architecture is wholly unique).  As such, since I began to work there, I often wondered where some of those parts were, namely the giant walk in fridge.  I thought that it was tucked away in this boarded up corner we continually barricaded with unsold glass jars and American flags and left it at that. 

Anyway, I was talking to my co-worker about this today, and ironically, as I walked out of the storage closet literally jam packed with unsold holiday merchandise, I noticed a big metal doorframe around this rooms entrance.  Then it hit me: I had been working in what was the refrigerator all day.  That doorway, the one that had bolts removed from the hinges, bolts big enough to hold a very heavy door in place, had to be to a cold storage room.  Then I imagined it.  Being hip deep in sandals and 5 dollar pairs of sunglasses in a subzero cooler, with the door shut.  This thought is probably on my top 20 list of ways I don't want to die, just below mauled by a bear, and just above crushed by one of those metal crushing deals they have at the dump.