How did I meet PM John Key?

It was a sunny Saturday morning at French Market Parnell. One of the best ways to spend your weekend for food shopping and trying out some of the most delicious freshly cooked food from all around the world. I was seventeen studying high school and working part time at the market selling some dips and olives. A charismatic man approached me with a great smile and called me "Hey boss! Can I get some olives tabuleh please?". He was very kind. As I relied him a with a smile and preparing his order, my colleague quietly told me that he was Mr. Prime Minister John Key. I was never so surprised since he was wearing his rugby shirt and casual shorts. There was no bodyguards (at least I only noticed them after six months since they were quite far away). Interestingly I felt safe, happy and so powerful. This was equality at its highest. As a human there was nothing I could demand from a country. John Key and I continued our business for almost 15 years. I witnessed him standing there for a long time and listening people's problems or feedbacks whilst his family waiting in the car or around the corner.