Little Things

It’s the little things that you sometimes have to take care to notice.

This morning while riding my bike up to the shops I cruised past an aged proto-hipster (a fatter reflection of myself maybe) carrying a newspaper and two coffees in one of those cardboard carrying trays.

Just as I was drawing level he jagged one of his thongs on a slightly displaced (and we are talking 1mm here) footpath section.

He pitched forward like the total unco he obviously is, caught himself and promptly launched one of his coffees up and out and all over.

In a good and proper Kiwi accident I heard an “oh bugger”.

That’s all it took. I guffawed and felt just that much better about the world this morning.

For some reason I just knew it was all going to be OK.