Some years ago, i was one of the managers of an upscale pattiserrie in Lagos.
Our busiest day in the year was Valentine’s day…naturally.
We had cakes, chocolates, fresh roses and all the accompanying valentine ‘mede-medes’.
I had this customer who was a veteran playboy. The real ‘James Bond’.
A few days to Valentine’s day, he would come in and place 4 orders….for 4 different women.
He would ask me to select the most expensive cake, chocolate box and 4 dozens of roses for his wife.
Then for his babe in Surulere, his babe in Ikoyi and his babe in VI, he would order the same type of cakes and personalize each of them. He would make me write out the different delivery addresses.
He did this for the 6 years i worked there.
Same 4 orders.
Every year.
On Valentine’s day.
He also placed orders on his Anniversary, his wife’s birthday and on the birthday of his ladies.
Consistently.
He never forgot.
He is a millionaire and always left me generous tips much higher than my monthly pay sef. Said he trusted me not to ‘mess him up’.
What’s my own?
Wetin consign me?
I was only doing my job and providing good customer service.
That’s what i was employed and paid to do.
Chi N. D.