Apr 19, 2005 00:54
Okay, so we're in Oahu, outside Keo's Thai Restaurant, and I walk up and the valet guy is holding the keys to our rental, and looking at us in this strange crouching position, really intense, and he says "okay, listen, your car is the white jeep". We say grey. "Grey, white, whatever, same thing." Then he lowers down some more. "It's in the way back, I'm gonna go and get that as fast as I can. I'll be back as soon as possible". And just as I'm about to comment about the unnerving intensity in this lisping man's eyes, he whips around and breaks into a sprint of such velocity I have never layed eyes upon. Literally, as if God had set fire to his feet, he tore down the sidewalk and was gone in an instant, Prefontaine this man was, and poof, vanished. I almost shat myself. Kali and I stumbled all over the sidewalk dying of laughter. About 2 minutes later he pulls up with the rental, pops the doors for us and starts talking Mariners baseball and how their pitching is week, he grew up in Seattle, the sprinting valet did. We were amazed. A slight sweat glistened on his brow and he spoke plainly, not panting, he hands us our keys, takes the tip, and we make like we're doing something, holding out to see him perform the task again for the next person in line, WHICH HE DOES, with a noticeably lesser amount of vigor, but still fraught with determination. This moment was priceless, this moment will make this trip. This man was my hero.