OPINION: A few days ago I picked up a hitch-hiker while I was driving to Kaiteriteri.
The chap was carrying a big orange plastic container.
“Oh gee. You ran out of petrol?,” I asked.
“Yeah,” he grinned. “It happens.”
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He went on to explain that his second-hand (or third-hand or more) car has no working petrol gauge.
He and his partner try to keep a check by kilometres driven, but sometimes they get caught out.
I was given one tiny snapshot of what it means not to be able to afford things