What’s in a Name?

Hubby and I have always liked to greet counter staff by name if we know it.
One of our favoured coffee shops has a variety of staff, and since being here, we have got to know them pretty well. Maggie also does very well, as even though the froth lady doesn’t work there anymore, she has been given a sausage FOC just for being her usual happy self.

We had to go up into town today to renew our library memberships, so took the dog for her third walk of the day, deciding to stop for coffee knowing they closed at 4pm every day.|
Being 3.20, we weren’t likely to upset any cleaning procedures prior to closure.

As always, I breezed in saying hello to Penny.
As she was making our lattes, she turned to me and said
‘I’m not being funny but what do you think my name is?’
‘Penny,’ I replied.
‘Er no,’ she said. ‘It’s Emma’.
Instant blush of embarrassment and the question of who was Penny then?
Penny it turns out is the Manageress currently on maternity leave.
Now I thought her name was Laura.
The Manageress at the moment is Teresa (no ‘h’, I asked) and the other two ladies are both called Chris though one is spelt with a K.
We spent the next few minutes having a good laugh at my confusion.

Hugging my coffees as I left, I wished Emma and Teresa a pleasant evening, and will certainly not get their names wrong again.
Something else was also clarified for me today………. one of the C/Kris’s is not someone else’s Nan or Mum as I had overheard them being referred to.  Good job she wasn’t working today!

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About pensitivity101

Retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination, loves to cook, favourite food everything especially chocolate and jelly babies. Best friends are Hubby and Dog, Bro, MSM and our Dominoes Friend aka MOH (and his dog). Also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours but times change and we are once again house hunting.
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