It sparked off a few memories from the time I was front office manager at a 350 room hotel in London . My reception and cashiers desks was 'manned' by a number of spirited young ladies , filling in time before they went to university. Being rather more intelligent than me and somewhat unfulfilled by the work they spent most of their time plotting wizard wheezes to keep themselves amused and get me a carpeting from the uptight general manager .
The hotel was owned by a muti millionaire Iraqi family , who would descend upon the place with family and friends when in London . Altho it was a large hotel , they treated all the staff as if we were minor relatives and were always very pleasant and friendly . One of the old uncles used to make great efforts to find out any new staff member names and would make sure he said good morning to everyone by name as he floated thru the lobby en route for breakfast . He would never come and ask the person directly , but would go and ask someone else.
We had a new receptionist start , as it turned out a hoity toity piece of goods who had a rather unfortunate superiority complex , and in particular kept moaning on about the arabs undressing her with their filthy heathen eyes etc etc. The other front office staff loathed her without exception.
Predictably the old uncle came and asked one of the other receptionists her name , his English not being terrible good she had to repeat it and practice it with him a number of times till he got it right.
Next morning Uncle Ahmed floated past a mobbed reception desk , and hailed the miserable old trout with a jaunty 'GOOD MORNING BIGTITS
You can only imagine the indignant tantrum , resigning and general hilarity that followed.