This wasn’t a prank that we played, but one I accidentally topar-ed with on the way to the loo. A very sweet, young boy stopped me and asked nervously if I knew where to find a Mrs Gofora-Dump. “She is a manager and I have to see her urgently”, he said, anxiously. I said I didn’t know her, but there was a second large office on the same floor and perhaps she was there.
I then went off to the loo, thinking ‘that is a funny surname, I should tell LN so we can add it to the Wall of Name’. What was her first name, I wondered to myself? And then it swam into view in my mind’s eye that the letter had said Mrs, “Anita Gofora-Dump” and that he had been summoned for an ’emergency debriefing’. I laughed out loud to myself, and felt a little ashamed that my finely honed 12 year old boy’s sense of humour had not allowed me to realise straight away that he was being pranked.
Happily, I happened to bump into him again on my way out of the toilet, although unhappily, not before he had been all around the whole floor telling people “Anita Gofora-Dump”. I told him that I thought someone was messing with him, unfortunately he wasn’t familiar with the term “dump” and so it was left to me to explain that colourful term before he shuffled confusedly off.