Just wrote this for a newsletter, thought others might enjoy (ButterflyEffect izzy417). From my college radio days.
My first semester as a DJ, and actually my first semester at college, I had a show Monday nights by myself. It was always pretty quiet, usually nobody else in the station, and I kinda liked it that way. Just me and the groove. But about my 5th week in, it got me into trouble. In the middle of my show, I really needed to use the restroom, so I put on a 6 minute song, set it for "pause pending," and went out to the restrooms, just outside of the station. As soon as the door closed behind me, I realized my mistake—right on the other side of the station window lay my keycard, which I had forgotten in the studio. I now had 5 minutes and 48 seconds to save the world. (from dead air).
I called about 6 other DJs before finally a friend of mine picked up, and said sure, I can borrow his key card. He was in his dorm. All the way on the other side of campus.
I sprinted out of the co-op, bladder forgotten, and dashed past crowds of gawking freshmen to run up to the 3rd floor of Curtis, where I grabbed a key card, thanked my friend, and immediately sprinted in the other direction.
I made it back to the studio just barely in time, with about 20 seconds to spare, and quickly caught my breath and did my break. I haven't felt so cool and so stupid at the same time since.