On the elevator, I noticed today that the “state elevator inspector” has the initials P.O.S. Now, it could be PDS, but it made me chuckle… then it made me worried…
I don’t want the person who inspects the elevator that brings me up to my office every day being a piece of shit.
Also. Along the same lines of odd names.
On the bus to NYC, I noticed that there was an auto parts and security shop. Who owned it? Jesus. That’s right… Jesus…
Can you imagine?
Hey, where did you get your security system?