On a trip to ‘Pak n Save’ – a local supermarket, we came across a lady doing the wine promotion. You know, the ones where they have a small table stacked with mini plastic glasses and boxes of the plonk that they’re trying to flog? And the idea is you’re supposed to halt, try a drop (it’s free after all), then walk off with a bottle or two swishing gaily around your shopping trolley.
I had a sip, but it wasn’t to my liking.
But we got talking to the lady in an attempt to find a wine that Auburn may enjoy drinking – not being a wine consoir like me; and the lady commented on how soft my skin looked and then asked permission to touch me.
Cut to the scene of me being stood in the middle of the wine aisle in a major supermarket, having my face stroked gently (and a littler shyly) by a petite, middle-aged white New Zealand woman.
After the initial shock at finding herself in such an unusual scenario, Auburn spent the remainder of the time looking down at her feet as she scuffed the hard lino flooring with her walking boot.
So on we go to Page 3.