Never forget the “t” in “Asst.” either.
As a youth, I was an assistant manager at a crummy trinket store called Brookstone, and I took great glee in labeling my name tag “Ass Manager”.
I did lots of other bad stuff there too, that does not reflect well on me as a staunch conservative.
To this day, 20 years later, my home is filled with Tempur-Pedic pillows.