Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: gather ‘round reddit friends and i will tell you the tale of why i can never show my face on the 3rd floor of my office again.  this morning started as most monday mornings do, with a bed time too late and an alarm that always feels too early. it was at this point that i decided to forgo breakfast in favor of an extra seven minutes of sleep (never a fair trade).  couple this with the fact that i had double my normal dose of coffee and it resulted in me feeling a dangerous mix of chipper, twitchy, and overly energetic. 

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getting to the office was the normal fare. metro delayed, person who hasn’t bathed in a month next to me, a neighbor who was unusually interested in whatever was going on my phone screen and made no attempt to hide it… the usual stuff. where this story takes a turn though is once i enter my office’s elevator. now, usually i quietly bob along to my morning music while i ride up to my 5th floor. maybe it was the extra coffee, maybe the empty stomach or just maybe i got a bout of the holy spirit but when the right song came on at the right time, sometimes you have to follow the men without hats advice and dance.

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being in the elevator by myself, i figured i could accurately express this feeling with no recourse. i’m talking a full on dance number while i was riding up to my floor.  on a scale of one to patrick swayze we’re talking an 11. as i was bumping off my best white boy dance moves as the elevator went up, i decided that as the song reached crescendo was the perfect time to execute a 180 degree jump along with a booty shake. caught in this ecstasy of music i failed to realize that this was also the time when the elevator doors opened to a 3rd floor containing a group of people who moments ago were calmly waiting for their turn to ascend, unscarred. what they received instead of a calm morning ride up to their chosen floor was a view of what could only be described as the single most disturbing twerk attempt ever seen in a government office building.  i pulled out of my macabre beat just in time to see this group of terrified onlookers, all deciding at the same time that they can be a couple minutes late and just wait for the next elevator. 

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i couldn’t tell you who had the more traumatized face, myself or the onlookers, as the door started their too slow closing process, but i do know for a fact that in the future i can never show my face on the 3rd floor again for fear of being recognized as the booty shaker of october 19th.  let this be a lesson to all that sometimes you should shun gloria estefan’s wise words, and make sure that the rhythm does not get you. at least in the elevator of your office.

TIFU by listen to Lady Gaga's advice to Just Dance