When I returned home a few days ago, I noticed that our apartment complex changed all floor indication signages from “32″ to “PH”… presumably because the 32nd floor is technically the “penthouse” floor. I don’t know why they did that; the building didn’t get any taller, cleaner, or newer, and I certainly don’t see any buxom, scantily clad women running around. So now, instead of living in 32F, I live in PHF. As in, “PHFFFF! You better not raise my rent this year, fool!”