This is the bulletin board across from the elevators on the first floor of the Thomas Collins Building, in Dover, where I work.
Something about this has been bugging me as I pass to and from my humble office.
The Calvary Assembly of God's flier is to be expected, as is the Longaberger Basket Bingo party that's set, in Camden, for the Ides of March.
There are the usual cards from the Masonry Contractor, from Handyman Sam, and from the Party Planner.
There are memos from the Building Management people telling us why we're too cold in the winter and too warm in the summer. And someone has posted a news brief on donating coats to the needy.
All this I understand.
But, the card that has caught my eye each time I use the elevator is the card from ASAP Bail Bonds. That one puzzles me.
Of course, I am certain that when one needs a bail bondsman one needs that bail bondsman as soon as possible indeed. But what possible need is a building full of state employees likely have for that no-doubt valuable service, soon or late?
Lawyers? Possibly. Psychologists? Maybe. Massage therapists? Definitely.
But a Bail Bondsman? Man, I hope not.