On our way to the airport a few weeks ago, we were running a little late (as always) and Wayne was speeding. When we saw the flashing lights behind us, we both froze in horror. Wayne pulled over and we waited while the cop walked to our car. I noticed he was kinda brown but wasn't sure of his ethnicity.
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"Umm. . . no."
"68 in a 45"
"Oh."
(Wayne gives his license to the cop. Cop reads it)
"Latu, huh?"
"Yes"
(Cop looks at me. Looks back at Wayne)
"Well. . . since we all Polynesian here. . . have a nice day."
(Cop hands back the license, walks back to his car and drives away.)
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A card made by one of Wayne's piano students
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We went to Waikiki one of the days we were in Hawaii and we stopped by Ala Moana - it's a big shopping mall full of very high end designer stores. It's a mall where the majority of the shoppers are Japanese tourists because everything is so expensive. Anyway, we were driving around the parking lot trying to find a place and had to stop because a car had broken down a couple cars in front of us. It was an old, old station wagon - rusty, peeling paint and . . . and really old looking. The driver had jumped out and was pushing and steering it at the same time, trying to get out of the middle of the intersection. Exactly two seconds after I saw him, two people ran to help him. They came from extremely nice cars - one a shiny black Lexus looking car and the other a white Escalade with rims. The pretty woman from the Escalade was wearing skinny jeans, a black tank top, sun glasses and stilettos. The man from the smaller car was wearing an expensive looking suit and leather shoes. Both left their cars, ran over and just started pushing. I was so impressed and so touched. Another reason why I LOVE Hawaii.
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