The money or the honey

On Saturday I went to the farmers' market to get some honey and was standing outside, with a gentleman and his lady. ‘It looks like we have to sign in?' I asked as I had not done this before. ‘What was it about?'

‘It's nothing,' they said. ‘You just put your name and phone number.' Joking, I said ‘I hope I can remember my name'.

When I was walking to the honey stall I realised I had left my wallet at home – ‘bugger'.

The couple asked if I was alright. I told them that I have left my wallet at home. The man pulled out a $20 note and said ‘there you are mate'. l said ‘I will not take it unless you let me pay you back. Where do you live?'

‘Don't worry mate, we live in the country. It's only bloody money. Don't worry about it'.

But I turned it down. I told them it was so good of them and reminded me of the New Zealand of old.

The honey lady was only too happy to give me the honey and said ‘pay me next time'. There is a honey of a lady.

It made me overjoyed that things like this still happen. Long may it continue.

T Mills, The Avenues

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