and I thought I was having a bad day

I've got so much work to do in the lab that it ain't funny. Plus I'm in the middle of a celiac episode - complete with DH on the legs again. So somehow in the middle of hands full I have to scratch my legs.

I come back to the lab from running some flow (at least this stuff looks good). The door's propped wide open. A big "no-no" for our building. I walk in, and smell a slight odor of burnt rubber.

"What happened?"

"Car fire in the hospital parking garage." Remember, I'm in the building where they thought it was a good idea to have fresh air intakes for half the air circulation, and can't be easily shut down.

And I bitch about my day. Some poor fellow came to the hospital to see someone in the hospital, or come have a test done. Then your ride home goes up in smoke. About the most inaccessible area for fire trucks apparently. But that's why they have long fire hoses I guess.