A week at Te Puea

Back in the cans section I’m once again treated to the gossip and good music of the clothing department. All week they have been nothing but gracious, humourous, and hardworking. They swear occasionally but ultimately speak as you would imagine your dear aunties to speak. Then somebody mentions that a woman had come in to the room yesterday and tried to take over.

“She just tried to act like she was in charge.”

“I was like ‘no’.”

“Then she wanted to check our bags to see if we’d taken anything.”

There is an outburst of shock and disgust at the assumption that they, volunteers who have worked overtime to sort and bag mountains of donated clothing, would try to steal some of it. Why would she think that? The answer comes in a calm, quiet voice from one of the aunties.

“Because she’s a cunt.”