At a local office park that I sometimes visit. It’s building two.
Of course when you leave, the number provides an egress path. “OWT.”
A reminder for my roommate, who now has second degree burns on his left hand because of an errant toaster setting.
I don’t know who did John Mayer wrong. I don’t know who she is, or what her side of the story was. But I’d like to thank her for providing Mr. Mayer with enough angst to entertain his fans once again through his music.
