Oh man, so many memories...
I once had to walk back to my dorm from an advanced undergraduate lab with no pants on (just a borrowed lab coat) after a broken flask spilled a nasty purple inorganic chemical (a manganese carbonyl, I think) in tetrahydrofuran down my front.
I also had an experiment using the high pressure bomb reactor in that same class. You weren't allowed to be in the same room with it when pressurized, but use a mirror to look around a cinderblock corner to see if all was well. I had to check it at night and had my girlfriend with me as backup. We could not figure out how to turn the lights on in the bomb room and she was quite stressed by the situation as I had to hold a light around the corner. Still married to her.