Isn't it ironic?

I get into the elevator with 5 people I work with. Alanis Morrisette is blasting out of the headphones I just took off.

Ooh this could get messy But you don't seem to mind Ooh don't go telling everybody And overlook this supposed crime

Tara: No, I am not listening to Alanis Morrisette.

And I have honored your request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this

I can't seem to turn it off and I am mad scrambling to turn it off. Finally I turn it off. And I, now sweating, exit the elevator.

I am pretty sure I am the only person who has bought (and loved) all of the Alanis albums after "Jagged Little Pill."