, might as well tell my story and get it out of the way.
About 30 years ago we were installing 2 45gph oil burners in a high school about 20 miles from here, they were replacements.
The oil piping was a mess and we were going to re pipe it (2" black pipe #4 fuel oil)) We couldn't shut down during the week as it was winter so I decided it was a Saturday job for me alone as nobody else wanted to work.
Had all he fittings, pipe machine and a coffee it was going to be a good day.
This was before cell phones and beepers. I met the custodian there and he let me in and left with instructions for me to lock the door when done.
So I started cutting with a sawzall and draining & draining & draining. I probably had 6 or 8 5 gallon buckets. Taking them outside to pour back in the oil tank.
In my haste to empty the buckets and get back inside before the bucket overflowed that was draining I tripped and knocked over 2 or 3 buckets and fell in the oil.
Now I am oil soaked with #4 oil. Not enough rags, no speedy dry, no spare clothes. Oil all over the boiler room floor. You wouldn't think 10-15 gallons would carry that much territory
No phone to call anyone as the boiler room was locked from the school
I walked to the playground and "stole" some sand and dirt and put it in the oil soaked buckets and lugged it back to the boiler room to clean up the floor. Then had to spend the rest of the day "piping my nice job" in my oil soaked clothes and shoes because I had to get the heat back on.
I never felt like such an idiot. Must have looked like the three stooges but there was just me.
The only good thing, no one was their to see I happen.