At our store we have a HR person. The company reminds us constantly how lucky we are to have a HR department. The store employees tend to disagree. The HR lady is a rather unpleasant woman that we all try to avoid. She was born without a sense of humor. She gets haughty if the corner of your mouth so much as quivers.
The problem is the HR lady looks remarkably like a catfish. She will be talking to you about something super seriously important and all you can think about is catfish. White catfish, yellow catfish, brown catfish, HR catfish… Just when you think you are about to make it… it happens.
You will be looking at the catfish talking and concentrating hard on not laughing. Yes, important forms, health insurance… Yes, ma’am. Everything is going fine and then you hear it. Whirrrrp. It is the beginning of your favorite dubstep song. You know you are going to lose it. Whirp, whirp, whirpirpirp… wub wub wub wubububububub… wubbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb wub. The protruding baby-blue catfish eyes. How do they not fall out of her head? Whiiiiiirp.
You start to laugh. You can not help it. It is just too funny. The HR lady angrily swims off. What can you do?