My Name is T-Rex

[bojojoti]

When Bojoette lost her name tag, her supervisor told her to come up with something.  There was no point in ordering her a new one, as she hopes to get a nursing position soon and will be leaving them.  Bojoette dug around in a box in the break room and came up with a discarded name that suited her fancy:  Rex.  Her real name--and I know some of you will be disappointed that she doesn't have Bojoette on her birth certificate--starts with a 'T' so she added that to Rex and went on the floor to start her day.  She wasn't the only one with an assumed name:  Kevin was Jose', and young Brittany was Ethel.  It was a red-letter day, too, as the high muckety-mucks were visiting.  One struck up a conversation with my darling daughter.

Muckety-muck:  And what are your suggestions for making our guests have a more enjoyable shopping experience, uh (looking at name tag), um, Rex.
Bojoette:  (helpfully)  It's T-Rex.
Muckety-muck:  Oh, T-Rex. 

He went on without batting an eye.  Of course, when Bojoette got home, we laughed ourselves silly  and walked around roaring and slapping one another ineffectively with our tiny T-Rex appendages. 

Comments

[arevanye.livejournal.com]

That's so funny! I like that. We switch name tags occasionally, and there are some extra ones from people who have quit if we forget ours, but nothing so fun as t-rex!

[bojojoti.livejournal.com]

Knowing that the name tag often doesn't match the person, one wonders about the necessity of wearing one.

I once attended a function with a Nigerian friend (whom I have, sadly, lost touch with over the years), and we switched name tags. We were very silly, but I had a grand time as Lemuel Tinglocha!