Imagine you’d had the kind of day where everything that could’ve gone wrong did. Now, after dinner, you’re being called back into work and you decide that you deserve to park in a visitor space. Who pulls up behind you but the security guard… He rolls down his window, and you know that if he tells you to move your car there’s going to be a crime.

Instead, he becomes only the fourth or fifth person ever to ask about the obscure science fiction reference on your custom license plate, BARSOOM, the Martian word for Earth from the John Carter of Mars series.

Thank you Josh! for making a bad day a whole lot less bad.