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George Penney

(Thread 1/3) I have just seen the most polite outright rejection of big business and hustle culture that I've ever encountered at a tiny ma and pa Japanese restaurant in rural Aotearoa #NewZealand and it was so satisfying and heartwarming to see.

The restaurant is based in a town an hour away from where I live. It's run by a Japanese couple in their 50s who make a small number of dishes, exceptionally well. Katsu chicken, karaage, and sushi and the best coffee I've had in this country so far. (And that's saying something.)

The walls are covered in steam punk art and artifacts. There are shelves by the doors full of sprouting avocado seeds in jars for sale to fund raise for a local charity. The customers are mostly local and the owners know almost all and their orders off by heart.

In the four times I've visited, the customers come in a steady stream. The place is incredibly gentle. Many soft spoken women wearing noise cancelling headphones. Rambunctious farming blokes seem to chill out when they drop in for their lunch sushi orders.

When we dropped in this time, the place was obviously busy, only two tables were full but customers were coming in steadily. The owner barely had time to share his usual coffee facts with us. His wife was quietly working in the kitchen at full tilt. (1 of 3)

(Thread 1/3) I have just seen the most polite outright rejection of big business and hustle culture that I've ever encountered at a tiny ma and pa Japanese restaurant in rural Aotearoa #NewZealand and it was so satisfying and heartwarming to see.

The restaurant is based in a town an hour away from where I live. It's run by a Japanese couple in their 50s who make a small number of dishes, exceptionally well. Katsu chicken, karaage, and sushi and the best coffee I've had in this country so far. (And...

George Penney

(Thread, 2/3) Into this came a big business rep for an online delivery app. He strode up to the counter and loudly declared he was from the company and said that he wanted to talk. The owner quietly told him he was busy in that moment. Effectively a very polite "You're in here in rush hour, go away."

The rep didn't seem to get the hint. Instead he just took a step back from the counter while the owner and his wife carried on, making orders, greeting customers and making damn excellent coffee. After about 5 minutes of waiting impatiently the rep stepped forward again.

He said loudly. "Here's my card. I'll be back in a few days to talk." The owner shook his head and said "Please don't bother. I don't want to talk to you about this. I am not interested." The rep looked around at the 2 occupied tables and then at the empty ones.

The rep started to protest but the owner softly talked over him. He explained that he and his wife didn't want any online orders. That wasn't where they felt joy in their lives. He said that he enjoyed meeting his customers every day, knowing their names.

The owner continued saying that he and his wife loved watching people enjoy the food they made and that they were as busy as they cared to be. If they took on online orders from an app that would all be taken away. He then politely bid the rep good day and went back to making coffee. (2/3)

(Thread, 2/3) Into this came a big business rep for an online delivery app. He strode up to the counter and loudly declared he was from the company and said that he wanted to talk. The owner quietly told him he was busy in that moment. Effectively a very polite "You're in here in rush hour, go away."

George Penney

Witness the AFFRONTERY shown by next door's cat Lady Oblong the Destroyer after she was EGREGIOUSLY attacked by an ivy leaf on our deck. The battle was long, loud and brutal but here she sits, her subdued victim vanquished... and leafy. Her disdain towards us for enabling this travesty is infinite.

(Honestly this cat and her surly face give us about two good belly laughs a day. She's the cranky, permanently disgruntled, continuously meowing-under-her-breath gift that keeps on giving.)

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Witness the AFFRONTERY shown by next door's cat Lady Oblong the Destroyer after she was EGREGIOUSLY attacked by an ivy leaf on our deck. The battle was long, loud and brutal but here she sits, her subdued victim vanquished... and leafy. Her disdain towards us for enabling this travesty is infinite.

(Honestly this cat and her surly face give us about two good belly laughs a day. She's the cranky, permanently disgruntled, continuously meowing-under-her-breath gift that keeps on giving.)

George Penney

It seems that next door's cat Lady Oblong the Destroyer has discovered that she does not need to judge us from below on our front lawn. She can also judge from on high via our back garden. She has also had a new haircut, which we're calling "privy carpet chic". 10/10 Disgruntlement. No notes.

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zeitverschreib [friendica]
@georgepenney Now imagine waking up from your afternoon nap, with that cat sitting on your chest and giving you THAT look.
Pedro Quixote ‽ aka MultiVax

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That haircut would make me pussed off too.
Still the haughtyness? But with more than a soupçon of embarrassment

Caiotekit Creations

@georgepenney I think she's pissed about the haircut. HIDE ALL THE SCISSORS IMMEDIATELY!

George Penney

I've just witnessed a completely civil and righteous rage against the machine by an elderly man (80s+) at supermarket self-service checkout here in small city Aotearoa #NewZealand and it was a little bit wonderful.

He'd just finished paying for his groceries when the machine started saying "Please take your items" every 15 seconds or so. At first he just says "I'll do it in my own time thank you," while bagging things up.

The machine keeps telling him to take his items. After around the 5th time, he starts really arguing back:
"I don't have to do what you tell me to do."
"I'll take as long as I need thank you."
"I'll thank you to stop harassing me."

On around the seventh or eighth request that he take his items, he stands back, crosses his arms and says loudly snaps, "No! Not until you be quiet!"

The machine keeps going. The man just stands there, crossed arms, chin stuck out. A standoff is on. Staff come over and ask if they can help and he tells them that if they switch the voice off, he will continue bagging his things and go. If they don't, he's retired and can wait all day.

Machine is turned off/down with sympathy from supermarket staff. Moments later the man leaves the supermarket with the air of someone who's just won a war, expression completely stoic.

I've just witnessed a completely civil and righteous rage against the machine by an elderly man (80s+) at supermarket self-service checkout here in small city Aotearoa #NewZealand and it was a little bit wonderful.

He'd just finished paying for his groceries when the machine started saying "Please take your items" every 15 seconds or so. At first he just says "I'll do it in my own time thank you," while bagging things up.

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Cavyherd

@georgepenney

He's much kinder than I could ever be. I'm afraid my primary response would be to find a fire axe.

P J Evans

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At least the ones I use don't seem to do that.

George Penney

So in "What's Happening in Small City New Zealand" today, a guy in a BMW honked a person in a wheelchair getting into a car, outside a hospital. And a nearby construction worker calmly walked over and tipped his lunch of biryani and butter chicken all over the BMWs windscreen. And people clapped.

And the reason I know it was biryani and butter chicken, is because he then--in the chillest way possible--told the BMW driver that they owed him for another lot of biryani and butter chicken because he'd missed his breakfast and needed to keep up his energy.🤣

(Today just keeps giving. Have I said how much I love this place lately? I really love this place.)

So in "What's Happening in Small City New Zealand" today, a guy in a BMW honked a person in a wheelchair getting into a car, outside a hospital. And a nearby construction worker calmly walked over and tipped his lunch of biryani and butter chicken all over the BMWs windscreen. And people clapped.

And the reason I know it was biryani and butter chicken, is because he then--in the chillest way possible--told the BMW driver that they owed him for another lot of biryani and butter chicken because he'd...

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