End of Story

To say that the whole weekend was a farce would be an understatement. And, it was quite expensive, too. I had to replace many sundries that I divested prior to the move to the despicable Chinatown dormitory. I purchased an expensive Philips® Sonicare® air flosser ($74 with discount coupons), an alternative to the Waterpik® water flosser at Longs® in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night. When I finally returned to the bug-infested Chinatown dormitory on Saturday night, I noticed that the package's seal had been cut. Upon closer scrutiny, I discovered that the device had been used previously. A devious customer had purchased it, used it a few times, the returned it for a refund. An unaware employee had restocked the repackaged device on the shelf.

Typical Consumerist Hottie

I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the den of consumerism in Kahala twice yesterday. The first time in the afternoon was to "kill time" before my humble return to Chaos Manor. So, I exchanged the used (and possibly germ-contaminated) air flosser for a new one. The second time was in the evening because of fatigue. I was too tired and irritable to ride the bus. I followed the usual evening outing itinerary. I also purchased a new pillow at Ross®. The old feather pillows were donated to charity. Since I was not really on a tight schedule, I drafted the note to the landlord and the letter to terminate the lease for the dumpy Chinatown dormitory. Of course, I also composed the "blog" in the center court of the mall.

The "blog," by the way, is slated to return to a more sporadic schedule "once the dust settles." The residual hottie pictures currently appear in the "blog" because I had preformatted about six posts using the Nexus 7 tablet computer. The Nexus 7 is already in the hands of its new owner. The limitations of the iPad® have already facilitated the steady simplification of my geriatric life-style. There will be no return to bit-torrent downloading (impossible on the iPad® anyway), so no viewing of hurdy-gurdy video clips or "mainstream" flicks.

Well, I was prepared for the worst this morning when I spoke with a representative of the property management firm that oversees the Chinatown dormitory. I submitted the note to terminate lease. I explained my situation calmly. Although I had my formerly-homeless buddy's "smartphone" in hand, I did not launch into cheesy histrionics and threaten to call the police. The representative accepted my note and told me that the refund should be in the mail in two weeks. End of story.

Aside from the usual Hawai'i Kai visit, the situation has returned to "normal." The Auvio® wireless speaker is now back in my possession. No idea about its future disposition. So, let me end the post with the long overdue summary ... same ol' shit.