Da bus got me to the shopping center in Da Big City around 12:30. Feeling hungry, and being taunted by The Hubby with pictures of his cooking, I decided my first stop needed to be lunch. The Hubby showed me pictures of his home-made carnitas and the burritos he made with them. I suppose that put a subliminal message in my head to eat Mexican food because I walked straight to Maui Tacos III and ordered their signature fish tacos.
While eating, I noticed a tiny envelope on the ground. I picked it up and found the words Maui Diver Jewelry on the flip side. Curious, I looked inside. The envelope contained nothing other than a small metal key. I wondered if it might be important and decided that one of my goals for the day would be to find the jewelry shop and return the key.
I stopped in a variety of stores along the way. In one, I spied a book titled '101 More Things To Do With Ramen Noodles' which made me laugh. I came across Ben Franklin - the store, not the man - and found some gel medium and gesso. Everything seemed overpriced, so I picked up the smallest container of each and made a note to check prices on Amazon. I feel like, living in Hawaii where selection is thin and prices are high, we will definitely get our money's worth from our Amazon Prime account!
I picked up a few more things moved on. Soon enough, I found the Maui Diver Jewelry store. What might be behind the lock that this key opened? I only hoped for a good story to tell as I entered the store and sought out someone who worked there. The reality, however, proved to be very anticlimactic...and kind of boring. It turned out the key held very little importance at all, and was nothing more than a marketing gimmick. The jewelry store provides thousands of the envelopes to cruise ship guests. Those people bring the key to the jewelry store and get a chance to open a treasure chest on the counter. If the key opens the chest, the bearer of the key keeps whatever is in the chest.
The clerk working the store suggested I try the key. It, of course, failed to turn and the chest remained locked. She offered me a coupon as a condolence prize but I suggested she save it for someone who might be shopping for jewelry. I only hoped to do the right thing and return something of potential value to its rightful owner. Jewelry, I told her, wasn't on my shopping list today.
Having been keeping my eye out for shorts in each store I popped in and out of all day, and having failed to find any that were my size, I finally - reluctantly - walked into Macy's. At least I found some shorts that would fit. I tried on a pair of khaki shorts, cringing the entire time as I was sure I'd never wear khaki anything, but they fit. I also found a pair of monochromatic capris that fit, and were very comfortable. The white shorts that fit went immediately back onto the shelf. White shorts are a recipe for disaster! I found some linen pants that fit but they too ended up back on the shelf. I may never wear pants again.
Everything I found ended up being on sale. I spent less than $30 total on items whose original tags were above $50 each. On the way out of the store, I noticed a line of clothing made from organic cotton. Thinking of my sheets, if these things were anywhere near as soft as my sheets, I'd kill for some. I checked the tags. Not on sale. $60 for a pair of shorts seemed
I skipped over the fabric shop. It interested me, and I made note it was there, but until my sewing machine is here I saw no reason to shop in that store. I loved window shopping in a store I found called Kaleidoscope. They stocked some of the neatest things but I found nothing I couldn't live without so I moved on. Seeing it was about time to pick up my bus back to the west side, I made my final stop of the day - a pharmacy for a box of Prilosec until my Amazon subscription deliveries start kicking in.
Approaching the bus stop, I thought the young lady sitting on the bench looked familiar. It turned out to be the same girl that Amanda chatted up at the Lahaina bus stop a few days back. 22 years old, with a 3-month old baby boy, and very friendly. She sat in the seat directly in front of mine for the bus ride back to Lahaina and we talked story the whole ride home.
Back at the condo, I cooked up a faux tuna casserole using a boxed pasta mix and a can of salmon. I washed it down with my last Wailua Wheat.
I open the Lahaina gallery tomorrow morning, a typical Monday for me, so I need to get some sleep tonight. Before that, though, I need to spend some quality time on Netflix and find something else to watch since I finished up Neverland last night.
Aloha!
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