In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”
Hawaii. I’ve never been there and probably never will ever set foot upon those soils.
Just as we are about to go home after eating lunch at their place, Hansen (or Anthony) told me to put on Mom’s wide-brimmed, cream and white hat. He looked and said, Hawaiian. I don’t know WTF he was thinking. Later he said, I could take a five hour plane ride on Friday evening and be back Monday morning. But I wouldn’t know where to go. Huh.
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