My boss says to me "Go down stairs to Toronto st at put time on the meter for me. My car is a gray Volkswagen." Then he precedes to tell me the licence plate. So I go and get ticket from the meter thing and I am looking for this car with this licence plate and the only gray Volkswagen on the whole street has a partially correct licence plate. Well I think to myself, this has to be it. So I put the key in and sure enough it opens the car.
I think it is kinda funny that my boss doesn't know his own licence plate. He probably was mixed up with his wife's licence plate. Now of course I am so not pointing this little incident to my boss. My boss is kinda of intimidating at times but when things like this happens it reminds me that he is still a person just like anyone else.