Well, it wasn’t really an adventure.  I got off of work at around 3:00 pm again, then caught the No. 6 in and out of Manoa Valley.  I caught it into downtown, but today it wasn’t aimlessly because I actually had an errand to run at the bank.  Today was the second time in a row that I got this new lady for a teller.  I say she’s new because before that last time, I had never seen her before.  I remembered this lady because she is so damn awkward.  The first time I got her, I thought she was really half-assed and rude.  Tellers are usually giving you shit to sign and telling you shit you don’t know (I don’t know a lot of shit), so when we were done with the transaction she didn’t tell me goodbye, which is my retard cue that she had everything and that I was done, so I was just like standing there.  Then I finally asked, “Is that it?” like a unsatisfied one-night stand or something, and then she was like yeah.  It was awkward.  Usually, my bank has polite people.  Plus, not to sound shallow, but this chick doesn’t hold up to the other tellers on the attractiveness or age scale.  She looks like she should work in a fabric store with a bunch of cats hanging out in the back.

So today when I went in I got the awkward lady for a teller.  I forget how the conversation went exactly, but I just remember that she said something that was totally not at the right point in the conversation and I actually paused and probably gave her a weird look.  She said something along the lines of, “Hi, welcome!,” but after we had been talking for a while, you know?  Weird.  Next time I go in, I’m gonna try to get the teller that looks like Nicki Minaj.

I had to pee kind of badly after the bank, and the awkward teller said that maybe I could use the bathrooms across the street at the courthouse, so I went there after.  At the elevator entrance to the courthouse there’s this whole security outpost deal with guards, metal detector door things, and the X-ray machine; basically the same shit at airports.  Without a thought, I put my backpack on the conveyor belt and as I walked through the metal detector I realized I had my switchblade knife in my fucking backpack.  In this moment of realization I wondered if they would just let me go if I promised never to show my face there again.  I was seriously like, what the fuck am I gonna do?  The alarm went off as I walked through the metal detector thing, and the guy from the other guard station gets up and tells me to take my chain and keys off.  I’m kind of panicking at this point, so I walk back through the metal detector, it beeps again, and I take my chain off and put it in a small basket and send it through.  Then, the guy takes out what I thought was one of those police batons, and I’m like, holy fuck, they saw the knife on the X-ray monitor!  But when he saw that I put my chain and “key” (which was actually a multi-purpose tool thing shaped like a key) he backed off and then I realized that he was only holding a hand-held metal detector.  I didn’t think I was out of the woods yet, though, because none of them had addressed the switchblade knife that they had surely seen in the X-ray monitor.  When I walked through the detector again – no alarms – I went to grab my backpack and wallet.  I looked at the large local woman who was on X-ray monitor duty and, get this, she was talking on her fucking cellphone, not giving her important job the attention it deserved!  She was giving me a weird, suspicious look while I was putting my chain back on my belt, but fuck, bitch, the chain is the least of your concerns now that you let a fucking knife into the courthouse!  I could have totally fucked that bitch over, but I was so fucking glad I didn’t get caught.  I’m such an idiot.

Anyway, the part about the lost soy chai is that I bought one at Starbucks, then walked to the bus stop.  When I get to the bus stop my bus arrived so I ditched my soy chai on the ground near a wall so some hobo could finish it, then I got on the bus.  Cool story, bro.

Also, I was listening to the Circle Takes the Square album Decompositions – Vol I. Chapter 1. Rites of Initiation which you can buy/listen to here.

Today I got off from work at 3:00 pm and took the first bus that came which was the No. 6 into Manoa Valley.  No. 6 is a pretty good need-to-kill-time route.  For me, it’s because I get to see all the pretty upper-class houses in Manoa.  It’s inspiring to see all that shit.  It’s like Maunalani.  There are some poor ass looking houses, and some older, but awesome, looking houses, and then there are the President Obama houses.  It’s a mix of things.  Today I caught it around and got off the bus in downtown where I bought a grande iced soy chai.  There weren’t any cute guys working today, I mean, they were nice-looking but I think they were all gay guys.  After zoning-out there for about 20 minutes I decided to get back on a bus, but first I had to pee.  In downtown there is no place to pee unless you have a membership at the 24-hour Fitness, or want to walk some blocks to the Irish bars, or if you wanna risk getting arrested and do it in some plants.  I tried my luck today and asked the HPU security guard sitting at the desk if they had a bathroom I could use.  First he asked if I was an HPU student and I was like, “No.”  Then he was all hesitant, and I was ready to be like, “Ok, fucking forget it,” but then he offered to let me use the basement bathroom and I felt kind of bad.

These are pictures of this “basement bathroom”:

I hope that I might come back to this post and elaborate more.  Right now, I just wanted to make a note of it so that I might look back on this journey in the future and remember that not-so-awesome 4.5 hours adventure in Honolulu.  In case you feel short-changed, below is a picture I took of my shoes on the second bus that I took through Hawaii Kai and back again.  Also, I was listening to the Liars album Drum’s Not Dead on this adventure which you can listen to here.