On March 7th, my refridgerator coughed its last and died. I realized that I had far more condiments than any sane human being should ever have.

Not my car, thank god. This was sitting on 20th St. in Manhattan, not really going anywhere. I couldn't tell if it was a wreck that was waiting for an insurance adjustor, or if it was a modern art installation.

Ouch.

Good lord.

Oopsie.

That had to hurt.

Things you don't want to see right outside your office: 30,000 cops and a full hazmat team.

Apparently someone dropped a bag of white powder in the 1/9 subway station at Varick St and Canal.

Note to city drug dealers: please keep a tighter hold on your sample bags.

Okay, this one's not actually a disaster at all, just funny-lookin: a taxi transport!

You can just envision it crashing into a truckful of courier bicycles.

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Then, a few days later, my office gets evacuated again: this time due to an electrical fire.

My coworkers and co-buildingers, milling around.

There were a heck of a lot of fire trucks.

Adam flees the scene.

An onlooker from above, and a genuinely strange bit of Manhattan architecture.

CTO, CEO and Office Manager, not freaking out much considering the circumstances. Did I mention that this was the second building fire in 6 months?

My office, about to go up in smoke. Or not.

Behold the mighty SQUINCHER! This thing was tied to the side of the ladder truck. I have no explanation.

No comment.

After about 40 minutes of baking in the 95-degree heat, we all retreated to the nearest bar.

Waiting for the all-clear.