WARNING: CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE
CAT LADY |
OR SOMETHING |
MY TATTOO |
9 NOVEMBER 2018 to 16 NOVEMBER 2018 – WAIKIKI
I’m off to Hawaii!
For the first time. Doing nothing for a week – 6 hours away – 8 hours if you count the airport security checks.
“Sir, you’ve been randomly selected for x-ray screening. Do you have any problems with that?”
The only answer is, “no.”
“No.”
Cell phone airplane mode. Disconnection is about to connect me with reality.
The end of my day is upon me. The flight should be filled with empty thought, perhaps a movie on the Air Canada Application, and then, dreamland.
My row mate seems nice. First impression he’s going to retreat into his own world. App fired up. Doesn’t work. Rebooted. Doesn’t work. Rebooted. Doesn’t work. 30 minutes later.
“Hello, my name is Paul.”
I’m exhausted.
5:30 minutes later we began our descent to Honolulu. 5:30 minutes straight of conversing while I teetered on the edge of comatose brought on by near-crippling exhaustion. The conversation flowed freely. Paul is a dancer. Paul has put on major Polynesian themed dance routines on major cruise lines. Paul has travelled much of the world throwing lavish events. Paul has done well for himself. Paul helped 5:30 fly by. Thank you, Paul.
“Lindsay, how are you getting to your hotel?”
“Walking.”
“No.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Don’t fret it, I’ve ordered a van. I’ll get you to your hotel.”
Checked in by 1 AM, I went for a short stroll to drink in the salty Waikiki air, tomorrow I planned on relearning how to relax, stop, breathe!
For the first time. Doing nothing for a week – 6 hours away – 8 hours if you count the airport security checks.
“Sir, you’ve been randomly selected for x-ray screening. Do you have any problems with that?”
The only answer is, “no.”
“No.”
Cell phone airplane mode. Disconnection is about to connect me with reality.
The end of my day is upon me. The flight should be filled with empty thought, perhaps a movie on the Air Canada Application, and then, dreamland.
My row mate seems nice. First impression he’s going to retreat into his own world. App fired up. Doesn’t work. Rebooted. Doesn’t work. Rebooted. Doesn’t work. 30 minutes later.
“Hello, my name is Paul.”
I’m exhausted.
5:30 minutes later we began our descent to Honolulu. 5:30 minutes straight of conversing while I teetered on the edge of comatose brought on by near-crippling exhaustion. The conversation flowed freely. Paul is a dancer. Paul has put on major Polynesian themed dance routines on major cruise lines. Paul has travelled much of the world throwing lavish events. Paul has done well for himself. Paul helped 5:30 fly by. Thank you, Paul.
“Lindsay, how are you getting to your hotel?”
“Walking.”
“No.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Don’t fret it, I’ve ordered a van. I’ll get you to your hotel.”
Checked in by 1 AM, I went for a short stroll to drink in the salty Waikiki air, tomorrow I planned on relearning how to relax, stop, breathe!
