Better: waking up at 7:30 and checking the work emergency voicemail and finding out that after much traffic-report-watching and internal debate, the Big Boss decided to close the office for the day.
Best: getting a call from my doctor (with whom I had a noon appointment and would still have to take the bus to go see) and finding out they too have closed for the day.
Pan. Cakes. Motherfucker. That's right.