MY ENCOUNTER WITH A KIWI

Today I went to a coffee shop directly after work to correct some tests. I was about half way through when I heard “Psssst! Pssssssssst!!” When I looked up I saw a boy with his head pushed through a crack in the door. He gave me some salutation and I reciprocated. I put my glasses on and asked if I knew him. He said, no. He came in and introduced himself as Francis. We chatted for over thirty minutes about drugs, surfing and the west coast. He’s a 23 year old space cadet from New Zealand. Why don’t people do this kind of thing more often?