Weekends in the lab are always a little weird.
This Saturday I decided to work on some PCRs and while listening to my favorite band on my iPod I walked towards the ice machine to get a bucket of ice.
There it is, at the end of the hallway, sitting next to the nitrogen tank.
I open the lid, ready to grab some ice and my hand stops mid-air. WHAT the ...!?
Needles to say that this totally made my day:-) Also, true story:-)