How can I explain the burning-house fumes on my clothes and hair?

dot dot dot. more photos

I was also given the opportunity to rip apart a car with the “Jaws of Life,” but I declined. A horrific case of regret came over me during the trip back to the office; I will never have that chance again.

I locked myself out of my own department at work. I was en route to answer nature’s call when I suddenly realized that I had closed the door to the photo department and left my security wand inside. And my car keys. And my lunch. Solution? It involved a P.A. announcement and a helpful janitor.