ROSEMARY ABBOTT | Culture
“I DON’T GET WHY PEOPLE CARE”
Sam Ellison and Josh Orr could not have been doing anything more normal this morning, discussing the latest Super Rugby results from over the weekend at their Wellington accounting firm.
‘What did you make of the Canes beating the Crusaders? The champions are looking a bit dicey ahead of the finals” Ellison asked his regular watercooler chat colleague.
But their everyday small talk would shortly be derailed by another co-worker, who had nothing better to do than attempt to spoil their conversation. The new entrant to the interaction was about to make the unsubstantiated claim that people do not care about rugby in New Zealand.
Pink-haired millennial Ruby Galbraith, 29, the owner of several tattoos of poorly drawn cartoon characters, injected herself into the conversation as she filled up her water bottle.
“Oh are we talking about sportsball??” Galbraith quipped, knowing exactly what the conversation was about, as one smug corner of her mouth began crawling up the side of her face.
“Yes Ruby. Gee, wouldn’t mind your opinion on who will win their quarter-finals this weekend?” Ellison said as the sarcasm dripped from his lips.
“Oh please, does anyone even watch that stuff anymore?” Galbraith responded, falsely alluding to the idea that nobody cares or watches professional rugby in New Zealand.
“Ah yes they do Ruby. You know it’s the most popular sport in the country?” Orr said, rolling his eyes.
“Well why would anyone bother wasting their time watching a bunch of overpaid 20 and 30 year-old MEN who kick a ball around for a living? Do better,” Galbraith finished like she was signing off on a Tweet to her echo-chamber.
When Sam and Josh jokingly invited her to come over and watch the Hurricanes take on the Brumbies this weekend with fellow co-workers, Galbraith replied with a “hard pass” as she was attending drinks at an Aro Valley flat before a gig at San Fran bar for a band nobody had heard of.
More to come.