One had leaked. It was Lizzie's.
The liquid was still very, very, very near to the required red line.
The specimen looked to be still very, very much intact.
The receptionist, whose express purpose in life seemed to be Condescend To Harried Mothers told me these three helpful things:
1. Specimens do not leak in equal proportions.
2. It could not be used.
2. The lids of the vials are supposed to be screwed on.
Really? Really? I have since thought of all sorts of Specimen Revenge I'd like to take. Instead, I will simply close with her picture.