Google Will Be There From Youth To Your Grave

(The office has only me and the attorney. He’s a relatively unknown ambulance chaser in his 50s and I’m his legal assistant. He’s not very tech or Internet-savvy. One day, he does a Google search for his name.)

Boss: “[My Name]! Get in here now!”

Me: “What’s up?”

Boss: “Look at these pictures!” *pulls up Google images* “There are two other [Boss’s Name]. This is terrible; people will think they’re me!”

(One of the other Boss’s name is a 20-something skateboarder in California; the other is an old man in his 90s in New York.)

Boss: “People will search for me and think I’m a punk. Or on death’s door! Can we do anything about this?”

Me: “No, sorry, you’ll just have to take that chance…”