A song came on the radio today. Rosa is a manager, and she’s normally pretty chill. She heard the music, shrieked, “This is my jam!” and started bouncing around behind the sandwich line. One of the drivers joined in. Soon Andrew, our store manager, was jumping and had half the store dancing around with him. That’s when a well-dressed, very normal looking couple walked in, slowly, looking confused.  “Jump around, jump around, jump around,” Andrew sang at them in sync with the lyrics. “Welcome!” I said as I passed on my way out for delivery. They smirked. “That–is our manager!” I added and walked out the door.