Coughed the old Moto Guzzi into life this morning (gawd - how long since I rode this thing) to go see Randal and get a wof so I could then go see the dude at the Raumati Beach Post Shop to pay for me rego.....
No worries with the wof (not that I was expecting it) and a bit of a queue at the Post Shop. Well it IS the sort of villiage newsagent/post shop/kiwi bank thing you get in these places, old biddies sending parcels to grandkids, rudderless hippies trying to register rusty kombis so they can flog em of trade me etc etc...
Any who - I'm in no real hurry, it's a nice sunny morning and lifes to short to get too stressed about that shit so I chat to one of the grannies and carry her box for her..
Do the rego thingy with the guy, he's nice mature chappie and chatty yet efficient and then says - 'hey thanks for taking your helmet off before you came in.' No worries I say, it only takes me a moment... We had a quick chat and it seems they have had a few lately getting really aggro about it and just plain rude...
These are nice folks, it's now effectively a bank, why wouldn't you take your lid off??? When you think of the number of stories about ratbags holding up shops, banks and liqour stores etc I guess they are all a bit jumpy...
Or am I just getting old and reasonable...
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