The lad in the park

I used to live round here.

My niece - Emily - is working in not-just-any food shop over the Christmas period. It is a life affirming experience although her innocent young mind has been somewhat warped today by ugly scenes of trolley rage amongst the clientele of said store.

Given that she is only there for a few weeks she didn't get a personalised name badge and all the Emilys had gone. For the course of her employment, therefore, she is 'Wanda'.