bojojoti | My Name is T-Rex

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.