living in a quentin tarantino movie

or maybe just a bad, B horror film. Lately I've been working a lot starting in the mornings, and as such, I have to enter the store through the back tunnels. The bowels of the mall, as it were. Ok, here's the crazy thing.....They pipe music into the halls , but you can only hear it sometimes. So you'll walk through the hall hearing nothing, then turn a courner and all of a sudden hear the mall music perfectly. It's got that tinny sound to it and is always some obscure song that you remember hearing before, but can't quite place it. Add to that the leaky pipe dripping into the Home Depot bucket that only gets emptied maybe once a month and therefore is constantly full/overflowing and thus doing absolutely no good, and you can totally see why I fully expect to see John Travolta dancing with Uma Thurman or some other full on Quentin scene to pop up on me or even just some scary monster chasing a girl who can't help but keep looking back at him and doesn't watch her step, so of course, she falls down and then can't get back up, scooting along screaming.