The setting: A local supermarket.
“Do you want a separate bag for the washing powder?”
“No thanks.”
“What about a separate bag for your meat?”
“No that’s okay.”
She takes the wine bottle, scans it and puts it in a paper bag.
“Am I going to be charged for that?”
“What, the wine bag?”
“Yes.”
“It depends if it’s in a separate bag. Do you want it in a separate bag?”
“No thank you.”
She scans the milk. She looks at the bag of groceries. She looks at me.
“No. One bag. Please just one bag.”
“I don’t think it’s going to fit?”
“Oh it will fit. Make it fit. Pile it on top.”
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Some local grocery stores have started charging for plastic bags. What a guy does to save a nickel!
If they were brown paper bags like in America I wouldn’t mind.
Last weekend was the first weekend I went skiing at Turoa. Here’s the mountain from our house in Ohakune.

The road to the ski field was icy. Instead of salting the roads, cars driving up the mountain equip their tires with chains. It was a novelty!
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