OK. So here's something that provided HOURS of comedy fodder to Alan and me during our recent trip to Hawaii. I think it will be categorized as, "guess you had to be there" but I'm willing to test-drive it on an audience before sending it to an early burial. Here goes...
On our flight from Seattle to Honolulu, Alan left his Kindle in the seatback pocket of the airplane. Nevermind that the flight attendants TOLD us to check the seatback pockets for any belongings. I guess Alan was fairly confident that his contained only used napkins and drink stirrers, which would've (in hindsight) been about 90% accurate.
Also? He may have been under the influence of a Mai Tai (or ten) when we landed, so some of the instructions were undoubtedly ignored.
Fast forward two days, to our first opportunity to camp out in the sun and read.
"I can't find my Kindle," Alan informed me.
Before I could even suggest places for him to look, he said, "I've already searched everything and I'm pretty sure I remember tucking it into the seatback pocket on the plane."
Doh. Fortunately I don't enjoy reconstructing events to job people's memories, so I wasn't miffed.
Alan was somewhat calm about having no reading material, but I knew why: he'd had his Kindle for years and it was both clunky and glitchy, providing more headaches than smiles. He'd been planning to get a new one for some time and had only stalled out of convenience. He might not like not having a book to read on vacation, but he would certainly look forward to replacing his device.
"I bet you can replace it today so you have something to read on vacation," I suggested - only partly altruistically since I knew Alan would be bored facing the ocean without something to read.
He immediately latched on to the idea, so we did a quick search to see where Kindles were sold. It was a surprisingly short list, made even shorter when you consider retail options on Oahu. We decided to give "Toys 'R Us" a try since it was on our way from the North Shore to Hawaii Kai.
When we entered the mall, we couldn't find Toys R Us. That was somewhat surprising since it's usually large enough to be an anchor store, but we turned our sites to the directory and found that it was a "Toys 'R Us EXPRESS." We groaned, knowing that the "express" meant it probably had limited stock.
As we approached it my mental track sounded like playing the game show "Press Your Luck," where I kept hearing the phrase, "No Whammies, No Whammies, No Whammies, Stop!"
Upon entering, we found one salesperson - presumably a local high school girl - working the cash register, utterly bored but not looking for an interruption.
And here's where we enter inside joke territory...
"Excuse me," I said, hoping to save time. "Do you have any Amazon Kindles?"
She stared at as blankly, her mouth hanging open as if my words had caused her jaw to lock. The only thing that moved were her eyes, which shifted between Alan and me, more slowly than a metronome set for a kindergartener.
After a suspenseful pause (during which Alan and I had both scanned the shelves behind her) she said:
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm... ... ... .... ....
No.
Alan and I looked in opposite directions as we swallowed and nodded our heads, trying to formulate a question that would politely allow us to do our own search for a Kindle without insulting her.
Because clearly, she didn't even try - she didn't glance around or ask clarifying questions - she had just stood in place, staring at us before taking one full minute to say no. I'm pretty sure that she was trying to mentally riffle through the filing drawers of her mind to recall if she'd ever seen a Kindle, and was finding that each drawer was shockingly empty, as if she were an Enron employeed and we'd just announced an audit.
Alan beat me to the punch. His diplomatic response (as I stood shaking with quiet laughter) was, "Cool. Can you show me your electronics section then? I might find another reader."
After fumbling for a key, she zombie-walked three feet to a locked glass door just to the right of the counter, pushing aside a rolling ladder that blocked the way. "See anything?" she asked, gesturing to row after row of LeapFrogs.
My giggling intensified, as I imagined saying, "Sorry - we're looking for a READER, not for something to help us LEARN to read."
Fortunately, Alan ignored me and pointed. "Hey, I think that's an {Amazon Kindle} Fire! Could I take a look at that?"
She obliged, allowing Alan to handle the EXACT ITEM we had come in to purchase - the SAME ONE she had just said they didn't have in stock - as long as he called it something different.
As she rang him up, we couldn't even look at each other. We both kept making guttural, "um no" noises, the way she had told him they had no Amazon Kindles for sale. We sounded like a retail version of Slingblade while we checked out, then thoroughly lost it in the car.
For the rest of the trip, it only took one of us saying, "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... No?" to crack the other person up.
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