embarrassing story of the week " I'm a dancing machine!"

so here is my embarrassing story of the week: 

I come home from school wanting to exercise so I decide to dance in my kitchen.  I had my ipod cranked and my headphones on.  and I was dancing away; like really crazy stuff!  I was doing some breakdancing and I pulled out the moonwalk; classic stuff.  Well, about twenty minutes into my dancer-cise the back door to my apartment starts to open and a an old man pops his head around the door!  I scream and coil back while he slams the door closed! then I realized that it was the maintenance man that works for the apartment complex, so i run to the door and start to apologize.  He was trying to tell me that he was there to fix the toilet, but i told him I had fixed it when I got home. (it was really simple) I guess it had broken in the morning and my roommate didn't tell me she put in a fix request.  any whooo the guy said he had been outside forever pounding on the door and he could hear stomping but thought it  was the guys above! o golly it was really funny.  And for some reason thought it was necessary to tell him I was a dancing machine! When I get nervous or anxious I start to ramble and I have no control what comes out of my mouth.  it was pretty ugly.