|
Been a while so I'll post this here.
The building I work in is basically in the middle of a construction zone that looks like someone dropped a MOAB on top of us and our building somehow magically survived. In fact, the parking spot I normally use right outside my office window and less than 30 feet from my office chair no longer exists and is a Georgia red clay mess.
To accommodate us during the construction our company is leasing parking space next door at another large company in the area. They agreed but they have assigned parking in the area we are now using so we were assigned individual spots in the employee parking lot. They were randomly assigned by the other company's security. This is my parking spot. I'm grateful for the curbside spot, but more importantly the number made me smile and think maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.
__________________
Olivia 05/03/2012 - 01/06/2024. 231,146 glorious miles.
Visit my Owner's Journal where I wax philosophic on all things FR-S
Post your 86 or see others in front of a(n) (in)famous landmark.
What fits in your 86? Show us the " Junk In Your Trunk".
|