At the Wellington airport, about to fly up to Tauranga for a couple days. It is 9am, I am at the counter of Best Ugly Bagels at just right time to see a small airport shift meal. A number of workers in bright orange and yellow vests keep coming up to the side counter, where a cook asks if they want their usual, and then they chat about the morning so far, get a bagel, and head on their way. Sweet bit of community, morning in the smalltown contained in an airport lobby.