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Let me tell you a funny story, right before I go for a walk.
You will like it, because it is awkward.
My last night in Christchurch, I was sitting in Starbucks, eating chocolate cake and doing the Sudoku in the Christchurch press. I was sitting on the couches, along the back wall, under the most recent art picture, and catty-corner to me was a couple. In their late twenties, or early thirties. A Japanese Woman and an English man. They were have a Relationship Defining Talk.
In Starbucks.
Words to the effect of "Look, you don't understand the pressure I'm under, trying to look like a nice girl, but all the other girls, they assume things. They pick you apart" Arguments beginning with, "But you don't know how it is for me, coming back to the apartment and seeing all my clothes thrown on the ground." Then comebacks such as "But I saw you, talking with the other girl, in the corner at the party, and I don't know what too think..." And apologies along the lines of "I don't really know what's wrong with me."
And I pull my hood over the left side of my face and try not to smirk about the public-ness of this thing. AND THEN... a woman, fifty if she's a day, plops into the seat beside me, even closer to this couple and strikes up a conversation:
"WELL! We, my husband and I, just flew into Christchurch and we have had the busiest day!"
And the English fellow, too polite, or possibly too chicken to shoo this unknown woman away says,
"Where did you fly in from" politely.
"Heathrow" says the woman who has just inserted herself into the awkward situation.
So they make small talk, and I continue to do Sudoku, and laugh silently because maybe she's just saved the two of them, but I doubt it.
Because six minutes later, the man says, "Well, I'm going to go look for the toilets"
Walks out of the Starbucks, walks back in and says to his partner, "There aren't any around here, we'll just have to go now."
And I wonder what happens next.
You will like it, because it is awkward.
My last night in Christchurch, I was sitting in Starbucks, eating chocolate cake and doing the Sudoku in the Christchurch press. I was sitting on the couches, along the back wall, under the most recent art picture, and catty-corner to me was a couple. In their late twenties, or early thirties. A Japanese Woman and an English man. They were have a Relationship Defining Talk.
In Starbucks.
Words to the effect of "Look, you don't understand the pressure I'm under, trying to look like a nice girl, but all the other girls, they assume things. They pick you apart" Arguments beginning with, "But you don't know how it is for me, coming back to the apartment and seeing all my clothes thrown on the ground." Then comebacks such as "But I saw you, talking with the other girl, in the corner at the party, and I don't know what too think..." And apologies along the lines of "I don't really know what's wrong with me."
And I pull my hood over the left side of my face and try not to smirk about the public-ness of this thing. AND THEN... a woman, fifty if she's a day, plops into the seat beside me, even closer to this couple and strikes up a conversation:
"WELL! We, my husband and I, just flew into Christchurch and we have had the busiest day!"
And the English fellow, too polite, or possibly too chicken to shoo this unknown woman away says,
"Where did you fly in from" politely.
"Heathrow" says the woman who has just inserted herself into the awkward situation.
So they make small talk, and I continue to do Sudoku, and laugh silently because maybe she's just saved the two of them, but I doubt it.
Because six minutes later, the man says, "Well, I'm going to go look for the toilets"
Walks out of the Starbucks, walks back in and says to his partner, "There aren't any around here, we'll just have to go now."
And I wonder what happens next.