I left the ferry and hustled my way to the route 4 bus at Matiatia.
The woman ahead of me was struggling to get on the bus with a HUGE flower arrangement.
The driver--the one with the swift wit--asked "Who sent you those?"
"My husband" the woman gushed; the driver and I could tell this was a great surprise.
"My word" the driver said.
"Whatever has he done that's so bad he felt he had to buy those?"
She took her seat in a new frame of mind.
Cheek.
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