At Wazzer’s pub on Cuba Street, Nigel, the owner\/operator, is over the moon. Absolutely delirious. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re booked! One of the rugby teams booked for the Rugby World Cup! Yessss!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Cutlery clatters down, staff spill out of the kitchen. This is what every pub in New Zealand has hoped for \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s happening to them!<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who is it? Argentina? South Africa?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, man, Argentinians are hot<\/em>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d moans one of the waitrons.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nuh-uh! South Africans are way hotter!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d retorts Wazzer.<\/p>\n Smugly, Nigel says, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You’re both wrong. Namibia!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Namibia<\/a>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Everyone blinks.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve reserved in case they make it to their quarterfinals! We need flags. Specials. A Namibiaburger! Whatever that is. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got to go Google their cuisine<\/a>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Satisfied at everyone’s reactions, he swaggers into his office. Everyone else whips out their phones, does their own quick Googling, and starts swapping Namibia trivia. “Oooh, they’ve got meerkats!”<\/p>\n Of all the staff, the only one not enlivened by this tidbit is Rosie, who keeps her head down, making napkin\/cutlery bundles.Wazzer drifts over. “Not a Cup fan?”<\/p>\n Rosie turns her clear blue gaze on her boss. “Wazzer. I need to ask. If I went to work somewhere else, would you give me a reference?”<\/p>\n “Of course, mate. You’ve been the best. I don’t have any problems. But you don’t look happy.”<\/p>\n