I remember one night my dad drove up to a building with three letters on it. Walked up to some lady behind a desk inside the front door, and after arguing for a bit, pulled out his checkbook and wrote on it, passing the check to her. I watched as he turned and walked back to the car looking a sad mixture of dejected and pissed.

I asked “what’s I.T.T?”

He said “it stands for Blood Sucking Leeches.”

And we drove home.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ITT_Technical_Institute