Still corresponding with Dave. He told me he had a hitman after him, and they went to dinner. The hitman talked with him for some hours, decided Dave was a good guy and would not be bothered again, by anyone, any time. The hitman even paid the bill.
This the thing about Hawaii. It may have Louisiana level corruption, but as I told Dave, a New Orleans hitman would have just capped his ass and fed him to the gators. Lucky you live Hawaii, eh?
This last "eh" is pronounced halfway between "eh" and "ah". It's the loco' styoh' eh?
I'm the last to know what's going on but somehow I've taken an "alcoholiday" and ... didn't list, nor did I pack, or ship .... I have an excuse in that it rained but I could have had things packed and ready to go ....
I packed a few things that were overdue and ... refunded the buyer or something that's mysteriously disappeared as so often happens around here. The laws of physics do not apply....
Supposed to rain and rain, over the weekend. I dragged my lazy ass to pack the few things that were overdue (like library books!) and took 'em to the post office.
On the way back I stopped at the Pho place where Tom said he kept getting insuffiently warm broth. Ordered a no. 16 and got it plenty hot. Devoured my Pho with all the basil and baby dragons er, mung bean sprouts at always, and at the till give 'em the rounded-up amount of a $20. "Merci ong, I said, repeatedly, the best Viet-Francais I could come up with.
I came back by way of H Mart where I bought, big surprise, a carton of sake. I looked around for the bum and found him, in front of the sandwich place. I flipped him a $20 and told him Look out for me tomorrow, because I'll have the phone for him.
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