Image via WikipediaThe is nothing less edifying than a grown man indulging in a bout of cabbage wrestling in the local supermarket.Cabbage wrestling for the initiated, is the activity of attempting to bag an over large cabbage into a plastic bag torn from the dispenser.
It is Murphy's law that the bag in question is always a centimetre less in circumference than the cabbage.
Yesterday I watched a a large middle aged Russian mouth Slavic obscenities as he attempted this feat.
The highlight of the performance was when his second finger got trapped between the cabbage and the inside of the bag. His wife watched with disdain as she moved on to the nuts section.
The Russian was in the act of "helping", a singularly male pursuit; something I have often been guilty of myself.
"Helping" has been known to engender a truly terrifying display of feminine angst especially when the male spots "specials" which are not on the shopping list.
Today is not a shopping day and there has been a break in the weather. Our morning consisted of a drive around old haunts only to discover that there has been changes since 2006.
The large Asian warehouse that we bought foodstuffs from is no more and has been replaced with a warehouse full of cheap Chinese tat.
Oyster and hoisin sauces have been replaced by racks of women's undergarments in a mind boggling range of hues. Floor to ceiling stacks of sand shoes and mass produced tin toys are everywhere.
A half an hour later and we were sitting in our car on Mission Bay's waterfront, looking at the volcanic cone of Rangitoto. The Spirit of Adventure's schooner motored past on the horizon and there was a squally blow coming from the direction of Waiheke Island.
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