There is a partner around the corner from where I'm sitting, who is wearing an Orange I-should-be-directing-traffic-or-landing-large-jets-on-an-aircraft-carrier-with-this-thing Tie. It's so distracting that when he walks down the hall, each person stops-dead in the middle of what they are doing to stare at him and assess whether they should comment on it. Interestingly enough, no one has yet.

But I know everyone wants to…