I swear Wellington is just brim full of lovely people! I've been at the receiving end of so many nice, sweet, courteous acts from strangers. I just love this city.
There was that time with the elevator that I wrote about here
. In fact that James Cook elevator is a hub of cooperation and courtesy. Just the other day I was standing outside it waiting for everyone to file out and it took a lot longer than normal so the doors were about to close, but the last guy out, a young Kiwi guy, stood with his back against the doors to prevent them from doing so and waited till I got in before leaving. And another day I was too late in getting to the lift before the doors closed but the Kiwi teenage girl in there opened the doors from the inside so I could get on too.
There's also the time I had
to take a cab midway to work because my blister was hurting too badly. So I got into a Corporate Taxi
(well it was the only one anywhere near me) and when I told the old Chinese guy the address he said it was only 5 or so minutes away so he'll just drop me for free. Yeah, just like that. He had no idea that my foot was hurting badly.
Then there was the time when I had been indecisive about whether to take advantage of the 4 for $20 manga offer at the Borders discount store. I refrained from making the purchase the week I saw it but when a week later the Hana-Kimi
volumes were still there I thought why not. I looked around but to my horror there were no 4 for $20 signs around any longer. So I went up to the counter to ask why they weren't there and the new Maori lady replied that they were regularly changing the discounts and she guessed the ones I was talking about were no longer valid. I was kind of dejected. She asked how much were they costing now - $10 each I replied. And I had wanted to get 8 of them :| So she then told me to just bring them over and she'll give them to me at that old discount rate anyway! So in the end it only cost me $40.
And today, I went to the Higher Taste
restaurant to see if they did takeaways (eh weekend, didn't feel like cooking), turns out they did. These guys have a buffet style system so basically you put however much in whichever size box you want and the price is based on the size of the box. I got one medium and one mini one, and went to the counter and the Indian guy there said he'd only charge me for the medium one. Aiveyin
! And this isn't the first time this has happened at an Indian restaurant. Last month I had gone to Tulsi
and asked if they did takeaways and when it turned out they did I ordered tadka dal
. When I got home I realised the guy had quietly put in 1 naan for free. Another time when my parents and I went to Daawat
it turned out nothing on their vegetarian menu had onion-free food. So we asked the waiting staff if anything could be done and the guy said that in the kitchen they were cooking onion-free dal that was not on the menu to take home for later (since they celebrated navratre too) so if we wanted they could serve us that and we happily agreed. A cynic would probably call these shrewd marketing moves but really they seem to be sweet, kind gestures from where I'm standing.
Also today I was at New World Metro with my recyclable bag and a bit too many groceries. The Asian guy at the counter who was swiping the stuff saw how inept I was at making sure everything could fit in the bag so he just started helping me and when there was still some stuff left he said, "they can fit in there, but only if you can carry it?" ...so sweet. I told him not to worry and that I will be able to. Then when I got back to my apartment block I was slowly walking towards the lifts (these are not the ones from before) and turns out the Indian guy already in it had heard me making my way to them so he had kept the door open till I got there...I know I always do that when I can hear someone walking over (hey saves them time and saves the building's power/energy!) but it is nice to have such gestures reciprocated.
In other words, wonderful Wellington knows well how to woo a girl!