Without any previous warning I arrived at the last turnstile to the parking lot today and
found it gift wrapped in out of order tape with an orange cone speared through the middle of it. I stood there for a few moments just staring at it...wondering if I could crawl through the tape and scale the cone to freedom. Finally, I gave up and walked across the building and out to the opposite side of the parking lot. It began to rain.
From this day forward I will refer to facilities management as Super Tramp.