Stop what you’re doing. I don’t care what it is; this is too important. Stop it. (Oh, not you, sir. You just keep at that transplant surgery and come back when you’ve sutured.)
Go to (New! Improved!) Musings of a Fat Chick and read this post, now. If you’re in the kind of office where you shouldn’t be laughing out loud, take appropriate precautions. Close your door. If you’re in a cubicle, gag yourself.
If you have a story to beat this, please post a link in the comments, because DAMN.