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09 November 2005

Class Act

Summer in Dunedin might not be so bad. I mean, I get restless when I'm in one place for too long and this is, after all, a smallish town. Yes there are things to do, but not a whole lot of them are new.

One thing I have wanted to do since I got here was eat at one of the restaurants in the centre of town outside and people-watch. Specifically, I have wanted to do this accompanied by good friends, fine wine, and some breads and cheeses. Today was that day. It was fun, though we weren't actually all that classy. Laughing and storytelling unfortunately don't make for tangible sophistication, but they do make for a grand ol' time. Then, the class-factor really went downhill.

I went to the toilets and discovered that one of my favorite restaurants (the one we were dining at) shares a big glass wall with the art gallery. I suppose I sort of knew this. But I hadn't taken in the view of the darkened art gallery before. Of course, to those seeing me from the dining area, I just looked like I was staring at a blank wall. I went into the toilet for such purposes as it is designed, and washed my hands. The burning water prevented me from completely getting the soap off and the hand dryer was impossible. I ended up using my skirt to dry my hands. I will allow a moment of shame. But you couldn't tell, and no one had seen me. Still. It's moments like that you realise how class has no room for a person in a bathroom alone.

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