Mrs. Coleman

My father once visited a Church in the UK. He was about to sit down in a pew, when he saw it was reserved for a Mrs. Coleman. Nonsense, he said, one doesn't reserve pews in Churches -- and he sat down in her pew. Very soon after, Mrs. Coleman turned up. She was ever so polite, and simply sat down with my father in the pew -- even invited him to lunch after the service. It was the Mrs. Coleman, whose name one sees in supermarkets the world over.