#Spotted While Cafe Writing in Aotearoa #newzealand

Two small human strangers (3?) meet at a basket of toys. Before long, they're race car drivers, vroom vrooming cars along the floor. Who will win?! All too soon it's time to go. They hug each other goodbye. A tiny happy memory made.

A man (60s?) leans towards his partner, expression pure mischief. "What d'ya call the rear end of a clown?"
His partner sighs: "Do I want to know?"
He grins: "Hilarious in hindsight!"
She points to the door: "Go sit outside and have a good hard think about yourself."
He cackles.

A tiny human (1?) in a dinosaur onesie is scooting along under his mum's table, enraptured by the sight of so many piggy wiggies. His mum moves her toes and he shrieks excitedly, only to huff puff with happiness when his Gran moves hers. What are these wondrous toe beasties?!

A woman (20s?) in a flowing white dress is in line for coffee. She says earnestly to a friend: "Did I tell you I killed all my strawberries?... Is there such a thing as a plant serial killer?"

Two men (40s?) are deep in corporate chat when one says loudly: "Just so you know. I don't think the Imodium's working." The other asks if he want's to go, but he says: "No. I'll keep on track." He then launches into a droning monologue. His colleague more nervous by the second.

Any typos spotted in this post have discovered the ultimate corporate meeting power move. If spotted, please distract them by wiggling your piggy wiggies.