This conversation is proof that I am my father's daughter...(see Charlie's Angels)
My dad was telling me a story about my brother trying to find a specific type of suit.
Dad: Well I told him to go to that place.
Danni: What place dad?
Dad: That warehouse that sells men's suits. Oh, what's the name of that place?
Danni: You mean Men's Wearhouse?
Dad: Yeah! That's it!
...Like Father, Like Daughter.
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