Goldilocks had been trapped in the Illumina lab and her office for several weeks. Finally, it was the day when she would return to her normal lab. She was a little worried. Once or twice when she was trapped, she walked by the lab and saw the big, bad post-doc sitting in her chair (okay, so he's not really big and bad, but it sounds better that way). Because Goldilocks was the only one who regularly pushes in her chair in the lab, she worried that her chair would get lost in the shuffle. When she arrived at the lab, no one else was there. She put on her lab coat, donned gloves and hopped into the chair in front of her work bench. "This chair slopes too much", she thought, and hopped down. She pushed that chair out of the way and tried the second chair. "The back of this chair is two low", thought Goldilocks and stood up again. Trying the third chair, she thought "This chair is just right" and proceeded to set up her PCR.
Between scoring another goal at soccer yesterday, winning a turkey at the turkey trot today, and finding her lab chair, Goldilocks figures it will be a pretty good week.
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