Yesterday we flew into Kona for two weeks. Just two items of interest to some of you. Renting a car here is very expensive but there is another option. ‘TURO’. The locals will rent their care to you at a substantial saving. We will be doing this on our second week here and the gal that signed us in said that many people in our complex have done this and it seems to be okay. I take no responsibility.
Today we jumped on a trolley that runs along the coast from the Walmart downtown area to the Keauhou shopping centre. This trolly runs approximately every hour, that is every hour on Hawaiian time, and will stop at most resorts to let you on or off if parking is available. Its pretty expensive and what makes it really expensive is that its in US dollars. $1.00 one way and if you are 12 years younger than I am it’s the outrageous price of $2.00.
Now to some lighter stuff. This was told to me by my buddy who did control and pr for the airlines most of his career.
My friend and his wife both had full careers with the airlines. Jacks was putting out fires.They were on a flight across Canada maybe in first class, maybe not. Could have been either. Sitting across from Jack and back one row were two ladies who were apparently pretty well corked. My buddy had the feeling that something was about to go south. He kept tabs on them and noticed that the liquor was being consumed in abundance. He heard a slight ruckus and observed that the lady sitting next to the isle was trying to get up but first had to figure how to release herself from her seat belt. She finally succeeded and standing there holding onto the seat backs, of both Isle chairs for support, she could not decide whether the front of the plane was where she wanted to GO or the back. After much ado she decided on the front. Staggering and holding onto the head rests she made it to the bathroom. Or at least that’s what she thought. Standing next to my buddy she proceeded to drop her slacks and nickers. Turning around she plucked her bottom on my friends lap. Get her up his wife yelled. As best he could, being very careful, he got her up standing in a somewhat upright position, with nay a drop spilled. But that’s all she did. She stood there looking around with her nickers down south. Jack being the gentleman that he is jumped into action and carefully replaced her nickers and slacks then directed her in the right direction. She slowly plodded forward.
Now sitting in the first row was a gentleman and his wife both dressed to the t’s. Luckily they had just left to use the washroom as our little wanderer stopped and again dropped her slacks and nickers then turning plunked herself in the gentleman’s chair. Jack once again being a true gentleman jumped up and propelled himself to the front where he once again pulled her up, dressed the lady and helped her to the washroom door. Jack was very worried that he would be too late and the gentleman who occupied that seat would come back to a mess but alas our hero was Johnny on the spot.
The lady eventually returned to her seat and an hour later again stood up wobbling worse than before but thankfully headed to the back this time where the male attendant was heard yelling at her to get out of that closet it isn’t the washroom. Jack found out that the ladies were on a conference and the rest of the gang were upstairs, first class. The organizer came down and retrieved them one at a time and put them upstairs where he could watch them.