After my visit to Fantasy Cleaners (yes, it really is called that) to hand over my suit, I wander up to Tesco to buy some ham. I end up buying other stuff too, as is inevitable, and join a checkout queue.
After I've been standing in line for long enough for it to be too late to switch to a new queue, it becomes apparent that there's something wrong with the card machine. As there's nothing else to do, I add up the prices of the purchases in my head and take out my wallet. I notice the receipt in my wallet from the dry cleaners.
They've spelt my name "Parkhausa".