"Um, Anthony, I'm gonna have to put you on hold a second," I say as a noxious burning smell from the office kitchen begins to permeate the area.
I race back where I was toasting a pita before I was pulled away for this urgent phone conversation to find a disc of smoldering carbon in the toaster oven filling the pantry with billowing smoke. Someone from the adjacent office sticks their head into the room and immediately retreats, nose wrinkled and accusing look in their eyes.
"And you just had a lecture on fire safety today!" the office manager stops by to scold me.