Georgia Wagstaff, Meet Richard Parker
(I am in the car with my three-and-a-half-year-old son on our way home from the toy shop. He picked out a stuffed tiger. It should be noted that he occasionally forgets what he named his toys.)
Me: “That’s a very cool tiger. What will you name him?”
Son: “Mummy, it’s a girl!”
Me: “Okay, she still needs a name.” *trying to think of something he can remember* “How about Fluffy?”
Son: “No.”
Me: “Stripes?”
Son: “No.”
Me: “What about Ginger?”
Son: “I don’t like those names!”
Me: “So what will you call her?”
Son: “Georgia Wagstaff!”
(I have no idea where he heard those names but two years later the tiger is still named Georgia Wagstaff and he still plays with her.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
