I've been Mr Benita Larsson twice.
Once about five years ago on one of my first trips here to Hong Kong my then male collegue (I mean that his still male but not my collegue anymore...) accidentally forgot his business cards (they call them name cards here :) and borrowed some om mine. His name is Bengt... Bengt, Benita, whatever they seem to think over here. Still to this day I receive e-mails from his chinese contacts. Dear Mr Benita Larsson...
Today I went to pick up Martins sports jacket. Brought it back to the hotel and found this label. I love it! And I know that my Mr Benita at home will too :)
