SWEET SHAME

Sophie Wilks, 27, had a simple plan: buy six Biscoff chocolate eggs from Night ‘n Day, eat just one, and save the rest for the week. By the time she finished her “one,” the plan had spectacularly collapsed.

“I thought I’d just have one… maybe two if I was feeling rebellious, especially if I’ve earned it,” Sophie admitted, staring at the empty wrappers of her biscoff eggs. “Next thing I knew… well, there were no more. They were gone. I blame the biscoff eggs for being so damn good.”

The Tahunanui local with a previously respectable self-control record, reportedly entered her home triumphantly with her haul of six eggs. But within minutes, the eggs had mysteriously disappeared, leaving wrappers strewn across the kitchen like the aftermath of a chocolate tornado.

“I told myself I’d ration them for the week,” she confessed. “But, honestly, I just gorged. Every bite was like… heaven in biscuit-and-chocolate form. I couldn’t stop.”

Not one to dwell on mistakes, Sophie hatched a daring plan: she headed straight back to the local Night ‘n’ Day store later that evening, hoping the assistant wouldn’t recognise her for the second time in a single day.

“I was basically a Biscoff egg vigilante,” she laughed. “In and out, real quick. I might have blushed a little when they asked if I’d already bought some today. Ugh, the damn shame.”

Staff report that Sophie left Night ‘n Day Tahunanui with an undisclosed number of additional eggs, her chocolate mission far from over. When asked about her next steps, she smiled sheepishly: “Honestly… I think I’ll just… pace myself. Maybe.”

Experts warn that the consumption of six Biscoff eggs in one sitting, while delicious, may lead to temporary bliss followed by intense self-reflection, and perhaps a second trip to Night ‘n Day.

More to come.

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SWEET INVESTMENTS

For 35-year-old Jarrod Marshall, the glory days of his childhood were measured in 5-cent coins carefully saved up to buy a $1 lolly bag from Night ‘n Day Tahunanui in Nelson.

“I tell people all the time, those were the glory days,” Jarrod says, eyes misting over as he recalls his childhood afternoons. “I’d collect 5-cent coins from under the couch and the odd bit of pocket money from mowing the neighbours lawns.. And then I’d take them all down to Night ‘n Day and put them together to buy a $1 bag of lollies. Pure gold.”

Even now, over two decades later, Jarrod makes it a point to stop by Night ‘n Day Tahunanui whenever he’s in the area. 

“They’ve still got the magic touch,” he says, surveying the brightly lit aisles. “Fantastic. Reliable as ever. You know exactly what you’re getting, quality lollies, good vibes, bang for buck.”

Jarrod credits Night ‘n Day not just for their lollies, but for cultivating a sense of trust and nostalgia. 

“Back then, I was ten years old, learning the power of small savings. Today, I’m 35, and the lessons are the same. I can count on Night ‘n Day to deliver every time. Some things never change, and that’s the real investment.”

More to come.

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LIFE SAVED

Wellington-based carpenter Miles Randall, 33, arrived at work with a full stomach and a full heart this morning. This was despite suffering a medium-grade hangover, which he has justified under the umbrella of “the silly season”.

Randall woke suddenly after what he described as “a fun but deeply unnecessary” midweek evening with a couple of clients, followed by a sleep so disturbed he claims he “aged five years”. The culprit, according to him, was five pints of craft beer and a sixth that “appeared out of nowhere”.

But just when life felt bleak, the convenience store chain Night ‘n Day on Cuba Street came to the rescue, its pie warmer glowing like a beacon of hope inside the otherwise cold Wellington morning.

“As soon as I saw that pie warmer, I felt something inside me heal,” Randall said, still visibly moved by the experience. “I wrapped my hands around a mince and cheese, and the heat filtered straight down into my soul. It was like being forgiven.”

The tradie says the journey from hating his own existence to actually looking forward to arriving at the job site took roughly three bites.

“You wouldn’t think a pie can change your outlook on life,” he said, “but that’s because you haven’t been hungover, cold, and spiritually lost outside a Night ‘n Day at 7am.”

Randall says he relies on the chain more than he relies on most people in his life.

“How good is Night n Day though? Honestly. I love a bakery or a dairy, but they have a bad habit of being closed right when you need them. Night ‘n Day? Always open. Always stocked. Always ready to catch you when you fall.”

After polishing off a cheeky lasagne topper “for balance”, Randall climbed back into his ute feeling like a new man.

“I’ll still say I’m never drinking again,” he admitted, “but at least I know Night ‘n Day will be there for me when I inevitably do.”

More to come. 

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