A stock picker found a rusted man in the back of a warehouse, completely covered in the stuff from head to toe. His arms reached eternally for a box he never would pick.
Of course the stock picker panicked. He panicked so much he had to ask some other stock pickers to check out the rusted man. This would delay customers waiting on the shop floor by about ten minutes, and one of the customers would make a threat of never shopping there again.
The stock pickers looked at the rusted man with much interest, but ultimately couldn’t decide what to do with him. One suggested that they douse him in oil, but another feared that perhaps this rusted man was a super stock picker and would take their job once awakened.
Another asked just why this came to be, and why no one ever really went into this part of the warehouse, but this was just responded to with shrugs.
So after much confusion, the stock pickers dispersed, leaving the rusted man to his fate. He could have been chopping wood for all they cared.
And you might not have guessed it, but I’m still there.