You know what sucks worse (physically, though perhaps not spiritually) than having to sit at a desk on a Friday afternoon and watch the carpet pill up? Getting trapped in a cement avalanche at work and needing the fire department to come dig you out. That's why we feel for this guy. He's okay now, but Seattlest's office faces the major street down which all the ambulances and cop cars raced on their way to this incident and we counted no fewer than four patrol cars and two ambulances scream past us in the last couple hours. That's a big fat hairy deal.

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