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Every night, the hookers walk Kuhio Avenue, in their glass platform shoes that make me wonder if they all have Cinderella complexes.
In my time in Hawai'i, I regret that I never got the chance to go up to one of them and ask, "Do you have a kama'aina discount?"
Sorry. Hawai'i humor. A kama'aina discount is a discount for locals; they're really common.
My second week on the island, on the North Shore, my Irish roommate was heading back to a hostel in Waikiki. "You going to get a hooker while you're there?" one of the Aussies asked him, smirking. Turns out a girl in Waikiki had asked him if he wanted a good time, and for whatever reason, he'd asked her how much she charges ($200, it turned out). Irish and the Aussie then came up with the following dialogue:
"Hey baby, do you want to be naughty?"
"Do you take credit cards?"
"Sure! Just swipe it between my legs, and enter your PIN. But don't use your fingers."