My old, old workplace had motion-sensor lights in the bathrooms.
Which meant, in the middle of my bathroom visits, this would happen to me all the time:
Apparently, I sat too still.
Stop judging me, Lights.
To try and get the lights to turn back on, I'd often be waving my arms around like a maniac or rocking my body back and forth.
Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.
Most of the time it didn't.
Which wasn't fun.
Janice = Klutz. Klutz + Darkness = Problems.
But, when it did, I felt like a rockstar:
And, it was glorious.
It's the little things in life.