My mother had a job at a manufacturing company for a few years, working in the blue print room. Now and then as she left at the end of the day, she could not restrain herself from saying wistfully as she went out the door, "Good night, sweet prints."
Meanwhile, she was having trouble remembering the name of one of the senior engineers, a man named Basset, who often came there himself to order the printing of the blue prints he required. Since he was an important guy, she wanted to be able to greet him by name. One day while he waited for his blue prints, they got to chatting, and he mentioned having a dog. That gave her an idea: whenever she saw him, she would remember he had a dog, and that would make her think of a Basset Hound, and that's how she'd remember his name.
It worked great. The next time he came to the print room, she flashed him her biggest smile and said cheerfully and confidently, "Good morning, Mr. Beagle!"
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