Tourism 101

Huge


At the pink hell, they have 'parking lock-outs' they dont allow employees to park in the 7 floor parking structure for certain hours. The past 3 days have been such. So intead of paying 2 bucks to park (w/ appropo stamp) you can 1. Catch the bus (cant do that it doesnt go to my house at 11PM)2. pay 8 bucks to park IN THE SAME STRUCTURE (Uh, no thanks FUCK YOU) 3. Park on the street and risk a ticket since you cant feed the meter. 4. Hope it is Sunday and dont have to feed the meter. Ta Da!

Today is of course, Sunday.


The Shoppers


So after looking for 20 minutes, and wasting 10 dollars in gas (approx, cause like I fucking know) I find a spot.

Whooooo hoooo.

And as I get out, this gaggle of young Japanese Tourist girls are asking directions. Let me give a quick synopsis of Japanese Tourist girls. Either thay are rich and from the city, or OK,($ wise) and from the country - and have horrid teeth. The rich are pretentious, but polite, the country girls are shy or, as a group, fairly insane.

The area where I parked is not the BEST area in Waikiki. As a matteer of fact, it sucks. It is a little crack head haven for the most part.

So the gaggle asks for directions to the Duty Free shop that is right on the way to the hell-known-as-pink. So I tell them. In years past, I probably would have given obscure landmarks and wrong turns, but I declined. This group was happy, polite, and giggling to a fault. I know it aint my demeanor, nor cologne, for sure.

So after that,they basically tailed me all the way to the Duty Free Shop. And then they asked to take MY picture. I am a dork. Why would anyone with half a brain want the memory of a dweeble like me in their photos? What has the world come to?

So I took one of them, there were sooo many of 'em I couldnt fit 'em all in the BlackBerry screen.

I hope they shop, have fun, and keep smiling.

My part of Aloha.