I was cleaning vacuum pump parts in a big vat of chlorinated solvents, bent at the waist and leaning into the vat, and had my head down in the vat below its rim. I meant to hold my breath, but somehow I wound up breathing, and the Muzak playing over the intercom system was slowly growing indescribably beautiful. Eventually it sounded like incredibly huge church bells with the most lovely sound.
The next thing I knew somebody was pulling me out by my belt. His name was Harry, and he was working around a corner maybe 30 feet away, and he heard some clanging when I let go of the parts and they fell to the bottom of the vat, and he got curious and went out to discover what the noise was. I couldn’t have had much more time…