Savior

Last night, I was stranded at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala for nearly two hours. Due to a Saturnalia parade in town, the buses were running way off schedule. Actually, that's typical of all weekends. Anyway, I always monitor the GPS arrival times using an iPad® in the Apple® Store. My usual bus was scheduled to arrive at 7:50pm, but the GPS corrected it to 8:45pm. I kept checking the arrival time. No change until about 8pm when the arrival time suddenly was one minute. Just as I hastily exited the mall, I observed the bu in the distance heading off to Hawai'i Kai. Subsequently, I walked back and forth between the mall and the bus stop because the GPS kept reporting phantom bus arrivals. I finally boarded a real bus at 9:22pm. I chatted with the bus driver about my ordeal. Then, I noted the number of his bus. The GPS had reported that the bus was already in Hawai'i Kai and returning to town. Sheesh!

Why don't I just use my new "smartphone" and access the GPS arrival times from it? Shame from owning a cheap device, you think? Heck, it is usually not even powered on for service. I have also deliberately disabled the data option. So, of what use is the device? I really don't know.

This morning, Alan and I were off on an excursion from Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) in Alan's decrepit automobile to view a few rental housing options in person. We drove by the approximate location of a listing in Upper Aina Haina. We could not locate the house because of an incorrect address. We then drove to Waikiki, but there was no parking available. Alan called the resident manager of the apartment building that we were supposed to visit. Somehow parking arrangements were made. Then, he dropped me off at the nearest bus stop. I rode the bus to town to commence my usual Sunday itinerary. By the way, Alan is a horrendous driver. I don't know if the reason is old age or lack of sleep, possibly both.

Naturally, I espied a certain fitness and training hottie at gym. Oddly, baby has been working out after her client training sessions for the past three weeks. Baby is in awesome shape. My mind began playing tricks on me. I experienced intrusive erotic thoughts about baby for the rest of the day. However, baby has not come around. Too bad, only baby can be my savior. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I returned to Chaos Manor at 3:45pm. The construction crew was in full swing. The pounding noises were horrendous. Alan I were supposed to view a couple of rental housing listings at 4:30pm. I don't know if Alan knocked on the door of my squalid room before departing alone. If he did knock, I could not hear him over the racket. The noise drove me to depart on my evening outing at 5pm.

The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was packed with myriad zombies who were engaged in rabid Saturnalia shopping. I loitered in various locations for an hour and observed the sheer absurdity of the spectacle, something that would probably even shock Kierkegaard. For some reason, I then became consumed by my own insignificance. I felt entirely alone. I began to question my existence, as if I could do anything about it. Obviously, I need a savior. Unfortunately, baby is not coming around.