As I was trying to get Leah to sleep, I was treated to this window into relationship etiquette in the Wairarapa. Overheard exiting their tinted windows souped up Ford Escort was this brief exchange:
- C'mon Brendon, you deck, we're gonna be late.
Brendon, not looking up - Shuttup, Butsh.
Brendon, not looking up - Shuttup, Butsh.
They then walked hand in hand into the supermarket, as if this was standard. To avoid being caught looking at them - even holding Leah I didn't think it was beyond either Brendon or his butsh to lamp me - I averted my gaze, towards their car.
Now, tell me what to make of this. On the bumper, and again on the back windscreen, read the following:
R.I.P. Brendon
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