Not everyone here has the spirit of Aloha! I just came home from Walmart where I had to exchange a pair of shorts. This time they truly did shrink in the wash! After one washing, they would fit a Barbie doll. Unfortunately, I'm a bit bigger than that. (Plus, I deserved it for buying shorts at Walmart. Buying shorts is like buying jeans or a bathing suit---VERY HARD.) I lined up where I thought I was suppose to. Was it the right place-no. Left was for something else, I think sending mailgrams to Mexico or something, and right was for returns....I was in the left line. I thought it worked like the airport and the lines just fed into the first available person. I noticed after a couple people who arrived after me were waited on, that something was wrong. I stepped forward and admitted I didn't have a receipt. I knew I was in for a verbal thrashing, but didn't expect to get one about the wrong line first. Hostility was hanging in the air. Wrong line, no receipt. Let the interrogation begin. "When did you purchase these?" "You don't have a receipt?" "Did you bring up the pair you wanted?--It has to be an exact exchange since you
don't have a receipt. I go get the shorts, return, and wait in line again...."These are not the identical pair in the same size so I can have the code....I have to have the code." After seeing that the person standing in front of her was about to have a melt down that would get one sent back to the mainland, she relented just a tiny bit and said, "you won't have to wait in line again..." I know it's wrong to hate, but I have to say this morning I wanted to get physical revenge. I wanted to manhandle her to the ground and...well, enough about that. I now have the shorts that are two sizes bigger. Why don't I feel good?
Ray has headed out to clean the jeep! He took one of our best towels and his fifteen dollar bottle of Armor All and is off looking for the car wash that allows one to spray and clean without getting water inside the car. This is the man who does not like to let water touch his hands when putting a plate in the sink. He is also the guy who suggested we just wait till we leave to clean the apartment. (Before you get concerned about our living conditions, I nixed that idea.) He loves his jeep and has me lovingly adjust the passenger side mirror every time I get in. I think this is his way to get me to pay homage. If you visit us, you will not be allowed to leave the island without buying a sticker/decal. Michelle and Julie have paid their dues! He is researching ways to store it here as he can't bear to sell it when we leave.
