There was naturally widespread sympathy across regional New Zealand when the news filtered through that Aucklanders were paying, on average, $15 for a pint of beer.
Okay, we know they like to put on a few airs and graces, and a veneer of sophistication up in the Big Smoke, but $15 is a veneer too far.
We forgive them their little foibles because, deep down, we feel sorry for them.
Having extended a hug of sympathy over their off-the-Richter-scale house prices, and wrapped a comforting arm around their trembling shoulders over the traffic gridlock, we must again support them in their hour of need.
Happy hour, that is.