Someone at work got a new office. He decided he wanted a second door and tunneled through the wall to make it.
This wall was to the supply room with all of the uniforms and PPE. The building was constructed in the mid-20th century so it turns out it's full of asbestos. Thanks mole man.
The supply room and everything in it was immediately blocked off. But now we have neither uniforms nor full PPE for our outdoor jobs with hazardous conditions.
I'm not sure where the asbestos was exactly, only that it's a giant maintenance garage built in the early 1970s. They probably heavily fireproofed the whole structure. It's nasty shit but I kind of want to make a little hole in the wall to get some for one of those magic Roman bags that cleaned itself.
I exclusively tradshit in public bathrooms with no stalls, but asbestos bags show the brilliance of Greco-Roman culture. Imagine the convenience of tossing your clothes in the fire after a long day of watching slaves murder each other for sport. They come out perfectly clean without any washing or drying. Why would the gods make this magic if it wasn't good for us in moderation?
I was going to argue with you but after drinking a lead flagon of wine I can see the merits of your argument. Praise the gods. If it wasn't good for us why would they put it here for us to use it? If the gods want to fuck with us they'd do something much more direct like turn into a goose and bang our wife.