Wheelchair ramps at seventy-degree angles.

Home Depot cleaved by superfluous diagonal wall that was once line of coke on blueprints.

Inability to justify fire entrances.

Failure of rotating restaurant The Centrifuge Grille.

Supermagnetized turbo elevators zoom tenants to the seventy-eighth floor. Which you forgot to build.

Swingers group unnerved by confessional booths. Down the block, however, no one’s complained about the Tarzan Room.

Greenhouse incinerates everything; crematorium only makes snapdragons grow.

Lack of multitasking skill results in unpopular maximum-security Mrs. Fields.

Young daughter gets a hold of drafting tools and now your planetarium has a chimney with green smoke and a sideways, smiling dog permanently outside the entrance.