Jew Bag

One recent rainy day, I didn't have enough time to have coffee before entering my office building. Before my morning coffee, I am a zombie-like non-responsive delusional cranky bastard. I barely acknowledge my dear wife before I have my morning coffee, which may be a reason why she'll usually make coffee in the morning before I get out of bed.

Anyhow, on this rainy morning, I walked into my office building and was noticed a peculiar sight:



Yes, I thought my Federal office building was calling out "jew," which immediately got my attention. This couldn't be right, could it? Upon closer examination, I took another view from the other side. Here's the frontal view:



That made more sense.