To the lady downtown who yelled "Where's the Aloha?!!"
The part that really cracked me up was when you rolled down your window and leaned out of the window opening, your face a veritable gargoyle, teeth bared as you roared, "Hey! Where's da Aloha?!!" Let me tell you- I'm certain that when the ancient Polynesians coined the term "Aloha" they were thinking of you driving your car into me without signaling- I'm almost certain of it.
I apologize for not letting you in to turn into the Heco building- I assume your place of work- but honestly I didn't see you, as I tried to tell you while you continued to scream epithets and flip me off. Here's a few pointers for you:
a) don't look for "da Aloha" during rush hour downtown. It may be there, but chances are everyone is somewhere between sleepy and brain dead, swilling coffee and navigating traffic and not really super focused on philanthropy, which generally sleeps until 9.
b) Although it creates an artistic example of juxtaposition, flipping someone off and asking "Where's Da Aloha" seems sort of ludicrous.
c) Signal your turns. Duh.
d) you're da local- I'm (to coin your oh-so-eloquent verbiage) da "f#*kin' haole". If YOU'RE asking ME where da Aloha is, we're all in worse trouble than we thought.
And finally- I'm sure you're somebody's wife or tutu or auntie or cousin- I'm practically certain there might be someone at home who loves you and wants you to get to and from work safely and home for dinner. Perhaps starting fights in traffic with burly out of work construction workers on their way to the unemployment office isn't the best way to assure your safe passage. Just a thought.
But cest la vie- shikata ga nie- the bridge is under the proverbial water. Aloha and have a great day!
- Location: Nuuanu St last Monday (6-1-09).
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