Forget Adopt-A-Highway. Someone Adopt Our Parking Lot.

Part Two of the Things Found In My Work Parking Lot series. Part One is here.

It's Not Weed (Damn It)



The weeds growing in our parking lot need to be hit with Roundup or something.

For Perspective's Sake



You could, like, hide a body in there or something. A small one, anyway.

Not A Pineapple



This is some sort of fruit, or something. It is more rotten now than when I took the picture.

Look Closer. Not American Beauty.



This appears to just be some trash strewn about a weed-strewn parking lot. Lot of strewing going on here. But if we employ the handy zoom feature ...

Craigslist Casual Encounters?



I didn't feel like getting close enough to find out which variety of condom was in the wrapper.

Also Not Barbie's Size



No photo collage is complete without someone's disgusting underwear. This is a bra, for those of you not familiar with ladies' undergarments. But something is amiss.

Weird



It's still clasped. How did she get it off?

A-ha.



This must be why the straps are missing. I guess he just ripped it right off of her. I know it's difficult for most dudes to unhook a bra, but damn.

Classy Sign



Nothing says "official parking regulations" like a beat-up old sign leaning against a back wall. And peeling lead paint. Look closely and you can see the syringe again.

That's all from the parking lot, folks. Tune in next time, when we profile the files discovered on a laptop I bought on eBay. Big surprise: there's porn.