The other day, I discovered there's an optical store in Toronto called Siht Optical. My coworker and I hypothesized that perhaps there was a 'g' missing and that it was a typo. But no. It's Siht Optical. It's more than likely the owner's last name. I guess he/she's never been to elementary school or high school in North America. Because otherwise, they would have been taunted relentlessly and would know better than to name an optical store with their last name.
My coworker also discovered porn on my boss's laptop. She discovered a movie file titled 'Kerri Sable - Who's Your Daddy?' in the download folder. She had to Google Kerri Sable to figure out who she was. Luckily (and unfortunately), it's not my boss's. It's mine.
Kidding.
It's the boss's son's. I actually wish it was my boss's, just so I could occasionally say the phrase "Who's your daddy?" in front of him and see what his reaction would be. And in what context would I ever say that to my boss? I have no idea.
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you could ask the son who his daddy is if you ever see him?
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