I was reminded of this story today at work. It was a true story about a guy at my Dad’s work, whom I will call Bob.
Bob walks in to the lab with a plain white T-shirt with the letters “IHTFP” in large, bold, captol letters.
“What does ‘IHTFP’ mean?” my Dad asked.
“Depends,” came the response. “On who’s asking.”
“What if I am asking?”
“It means: I Hate This [Fn] Place.”
“I see, “ Dad indicated politely. “And the boss?”
“I Have Truly Found Paradise.”