Condos

Whoa, that was kind of a left turn from the pretty plant photos, Dave.

Yeah, but it allows me to tell this story: The last night we were on O'ahu, before we decamped for Kaua'i, we realized we probably didn't have enough wipes to get the kid through the next day, so I went out to find some.

7-11 and the ABC store both had tiny, expensive boxes of them. I remembered seeing a neon sign under the condo next to ours — the one in this picture — and I headed over.

As I walked through the loading zone under the condo, on my way to the store, I was vaguely aware of a small, loud knot of people standing around a car. I found what I was looking for in that store, albeit off-brand and dusty, and headed back to our condo. My path took me right by the cluster of people.

"Hey man, you lookin' for a woman tonight?"

Uh oh.

I paid a little more attention and noted the Cadillac, with the fancy rims, and the little curtains in the back windows held open with strands of rhinestones. I noted the velour tracksuit, heavy gold chains, and the gold teeth on the enormous smile shining in my direction.

"Uh, no thanks, I was just getting some supplies." I held up the wipes in evidence.

"Come on, man, that ain't no thing. Look at my fine bitches." I looked. "Just tell her, 'sorry, baby, took a little longer than I thought!'"

I laughed and said no thanks.

"OK, man, but if you need to run another errand tonight, I'll be outside the Gold's Gym, we open 24/7, you know what I mean?"

I walked back to our condo, laughing.