The Waikiki Experience
So Waikiki was not what I was expecting after driving through the area - it's basically a bunch of ridiculously high-end and/or over-priced shops. At the same time, it's strangely sleazy. Case in point - two incidents where Belle and I each misheard someone making us an ... unusual offer as we were walking down the main drag.
Incident one (as we were walking past the Coach store):
What Belle heard: "Do you guys want to live in Waikiki?"
What was actually asked: "Do you guys want to buy some weed?"
Almost immediately after being asked this, a bike cop comes speeding by and says, "Did he just ask you?" I reply, "uh, yeah..?" Apparently that was confirmation enough, and the unlucky merchant was then immediately tackled by said cop. I didn't actually see the tackle, just the aftermath, but in my mind's eye it involves a horizontal leap from a standing position on the bike seat, like a wrestler diving off the top rope.
Incident two:
We are walking past a jewelry store where a young lady in a brown dress is standing, looking like she's waiting for someone.
What I heard: "Are you and your young lady looking for a timeshare?"
What was actually asked: "Are you and your young lady looking for a good time?"
I smiled politely and was about to decline the timeshare offer, when Belle elbowed me sharply and hissed, "That's a hooker!"
"Oh," thought I.
We spent the next day in the North Shore region.
Incident one (as we were walking past the Coach store):
What Belle heard: "Do you guys want to live in Waikiki?"
What was actually asked: "Do you guys want to buy some weed?"
Almost immediately after being asked this, a bike cop comes speeding by and says, "Did he just ask you?" I reply, "uh, yeah..?" Apparently that was confirmation enough, and the unlucky merchant was then immediately tackled by said cop. I didn't actually see the tackle, just the aftermath, but in my mind's eye it involves a horizontal leap from a standing position on the bike seat, like a wrestler diving off the top rope.
Incident two:
We are walking past a jewelry store where a young lady in a brown dress is standing, looking like she's waiting for someone.
What I heard: "Are you and your young lady looking for a timeshare?"
What was actually asked: "Are you and your young lady looking for a good time?"
I smiled politely and was about to decline the timeshare offer, when Belle elbowed me sharply and hissed, "That's a hooker!"
"Oh," thought I.
We spent the next day in the North Shore region.