“Dude?”
“What?”
“Aaaahhhhh …”
“Dude.”
“Sittin’ on the beach here in Hawai‘i watchin’ the surf an’ the surfers roll in, it’s just gnarly, dude.”
“Especially the surfers, dude. And really especially that chick over there.”
“Don’t bother, dude, she won’t give you the time of day. Too bad OC has to work while we’re doin’ this, eh?”
“Speakin’ of ‘don’t bother’, I wouldn’t mention that, dude, nobody’ll believe it.”
“I believe it.”
“Cool, dude. That makes one.”
“Riiight, dude. So when the check comes in, you don’t get any.”
“Check?”
“Check. Y’know what really made me realize we were back in Hawai‘i?”
“The sun?”
“Nah.”
“The surf?”
“Uh uh.”
“The bikinis?”
“¡Turista, turista!”
“What, then?”
“The traffic jams!”
“But, dude, we ain’t in Honolulu this time!”
“So tell me how come it took a frickin’ hour to drive the five miles from the airport to Kona village, huh?”
“Dude, you remember. It’s election time! The kama‘aina all gather by the roadside with their campaign signs and stuff and wave at everybody as they drive by. By the time everybody’s given everyone else the shaka sign an’ ‘how’s the family, Kimo’, it’s, like, tomorrow. Where you goin’ in such a hurry anyhow?”
“To the bar for a Mai Tai. Want one?”
“Dude.”
Aloha and welcome back LOL Ain’t traffic grand 🙂
Hey, I’d like a Mai Tai! But I’m not willing to fight the traffic just to get one.
i saw traffic in my town the other day… church just got out!
Dudes, I don’t care who you look at or talk to, but OC is not to talk to any pretty girls, got it? Oh, and bring me home a Mai Tai and a Spam Musabi please.