So, I go into the supply room here in the office to look for some file folders.
At some point between today and the last time I needed Post-It notes, someone parked a big, floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room. It's towards the back, with the mirror part facing away from the door.
Now, because I am being my usual self -- which is to say, completely and hopelessly oblivious to anything which isn't literally in front of my nose -- I completely fail to notice this as I shimmy past said mirror to get to the back of the room. I pick up some file folders, I turn around, and I suddenly find myself inches apart from some other person who I didn't even realize was in the room. (AKA: my reflection.)
I jump out of my skin, I shout out "Jesus!" at the top of my lungs, and I step backwards into a shelf full of office supplies, all of which make a very colorful and noisy mess as they fall to the floor.
As I'm picking everything back up, I get to explain to the endless series of people who poke their heads in to find out what caused the ruckus that it's just silly old me, literally being scared of my own reflection.
If we needed any further proof that I am the world's smoothest operator, there it is.
I think you'll find there's nothing to be ashamed of here, once you've had time to sit down and reflect on this...
Sorry, that was too easy. Let's try this:
"Hey, good-looking! Nice glass!"
No, that's too far away. Hmm. Okay, puns aren't working, let's try for a verse:
"Mirror, mirror, by surprise,
And my shiny, mirrored self,
Your beauty made me drop supplies,
And then my heart from off the shelf."
Yeah, that one'll work...