So…It’s evening at Honolulu international airport. Going back home to California…
Myea. I’m REALLY tired right now and due to an error on their part, the airline took my ticket away as i was boarding the last plane out tonight back to the mainland. the next flight is at 8am.
Ok, so that stinks cuz now i have to go aaaall the way back to my apartment here in hawaii and come back in the morning, right?
notsomuch…
the bus, taxi’s and shuttles here all require this paper stuff called money. and i used exactly what i had left to get here (and pay for Wheeler’s half cuz he was broke. wheeler of course is already in the air in his first class seat to Dallas where he’ll connect back to St Louis). i even borrowed $2 from the lady at the front desk of my apartment building so i could tip the shuttle guy.i have 20 cents left on my debit card, which is lame because i transfered a couple hundred dollars from another bank account to this one AND withdrew another several hundred from my paypal into the same account and neither has shown up in it yet. Apparently Memorial “day” is a full weekend holiday(?). Wtf. I have $12 of credit left on my credit card (its new, so I only had like a thousand dollar limit anyway) and ATM’s require a minimum of $20 withdrawl.
SO…. im camping out at the Honolulu international airport tonight… woot…
and by “camping out” I of course don’t mean with a tent, food, pillow and sleeping bag with a hot chick in it – though I will be outside since they kick you out of the gate terminal at midnight and reopen at 5am. Hawaii architecture has a lot of open-air space. which. I used to think was awesome.
if i had kept the $2 i borrowed from Lelani at the front desk, i would have had enough to take the bus back to my comfortable apartment with the nice soft bed and blankets. which reminds me of a Chicken Soup for the Soul story where a kid at a coffee shop asks how much an ice cream sundae is and is told 50 cents, so he asks how much a dish of plain ice cream is and is told 35 cents so he orders the plain ice cream and when the waitress comes back to his table to wipe it down after he left, she notices that he left her two nickels and 5 pennies – in other words, he only had 50 cents to spend total, so he ordered the cheaper item so he could leave her a tip.
thats me right now. except the kid in the story didnt have to sleep in an open-air airport all night. and he expected the consequences of his decision before they came. and he got ice cream. my version of the story just sucks.
It’s okay though cuz I like things like this cuz they teach me lessons. Even though I noticed my money in those 2 accounts dwindling several days ago and made the money transfers then, I should have either been paying MORE attention or should just be unlimitedly wealthy so this kind of thing is impossible to happen. So it serves me right.
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UPDATE: Ya. that was awful. And here’s a fun addition: the 8am flight was full. so I didn’t make it. Since the day after Memorial day isn’t part of the 14-days-leading-up-to-memorial-day holiday, the money I transferred from the other accounts on Friday showed up this morning and I was able to get cash out of an ATM and take the bus back to my apartment and sleep all day – go for another quick swim at the beach, and now it’s 6:30am Wednesday and I’m at the airport again, this time with ticket in hand and ready to board my first class seat back to Los Angeles.
PS: Shout out to my boy Rylan who read this post as a myspace bulletin and offered (though hours too late) to have some friends of his in Honolulu come bail me out. And anti-shout-outs to stupid girl I met here (Liz) who just moved MINUTES away from the airport and put her phone on silent that night.
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