#Spotted while cafe writing and roaming in small city Aotearoa #NewZealand
A man (20s) in full 80s romantic goth regalia is strutting down the street in the sunshine, grooving to his own personal soundtrack as he pulls a folding shopping trolley full of vegetables behind him.
A suited man (50s?) has decided to conduct his employee's performance review next to the door of a busy cafe. A nearby table of seniors compete to pull gurning faces at the back of Boss's head. Employee is showing signs of extreme strain as he tries not to laugh.
A woman (50s) is sitting at a corner table by a window. She's quietly and efficiently working on a pile of Christmas cards. Some involve writing on every single blank surface inside and on the back. Some involve a few brisque words with the card being immediately tucked out of sight.
A woman walks past a bookshop with a friend. She groans and laughs as she rubs her tummy: "I think I need an intervention. I've gotta stop eating Christmas cookies! I keep telling myself it's just one more and it's never just one more!"
A woman (60s?) stops another (30s?) in the street. "Excuse me. I just wanted to say I LOVE what you're wearing. I saw you coming and needed to let you know. You look AMAZING." Other Woman looks at her floral red dress, flustered but visibly pleased: "Thank you. I just brought it yesterday."
Any typos spotted in this post are seeking an endless box of Christmas cookies. If spotted, please give cookies and run away quickly.
A man (20s) in full 80s romantic goth regalia is strutting down the street in the sunshine, grooving to his own personal soundtrack as he pulls a folding shopping trolley full of vegetables behind him.
A suited man (50s?) has decided to conduct his employee's performance review next to the door of a busy cafe. A nearby table of seniors compete to pull gurning faces at the back of Boss's head. Employee is showing signs of extreme strain as he tries not to laugh.
A woman (50s) is sitting at a corner table by a window. She's quietly and efficiently working on a pile of Christmas cards. Some involve writing on every single blank surface inside and on the back. Some involve a few brisque words with the card being immediately tucked out of sight.
A woman walks past a bookshop with a friend. She groans and laughs as she rubs her tummy: "I think I need an intervention. I've gotta stop eating Christmas cookies! I keep telling myself it's just one more and it's never just one more!"
A woman (60s?) stops another (30s?) in the street. "Excuse me. I just wanted to say I LOVE what you're wearing. I saw you coming and needed to let you know. You look AMAZING." Other Woman looks at her floral red dress, flustered but visibly pleased: "Thank you. I just brought it yesterday."
Any typos spotted in this post are seeking an endless box of Christmas cookies. If spotted, please give cookies and run away quickly.
