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To: Rambi who wrote (4690)	12/2/1997 10:59:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Dad locked the keys in the trunk at an isolated Hawaiian cove. He got mad. Mad. For a 65 yr old plant-employee supervisor, known as "The Giant", I assumed frustration was tea sugar. No no. Gasket leak. MJ had to solicit a highway ride toward Kona to get to a phone (don't ask why it wasn't me ~ just think of Claudette Colbert in It Happened One Night, instead), ("uhhhmmm, donuts") ~ and keysmithy had to come clear round the island from Hilo. I I I was 'zemplary, and it wasn't that difficult. I said, "Dad. Here we are. (Hee hee - I think we've heard that before.) It's a beautiful day, 80 degrees, and there is a picture-perfect tropical cove sixty feet away, probably filled with beautiful fish, which we won't be able to see because the snorkel gear is in the trunk. (No, I didn't say that; I was lexapenni perfect.) There's no slush on the ground, no worries about the snowplow hitting the car. Where, would be a better place to not need the car? Where would you rather "wait"? As world-karma-meting goes, what's lower on the scale? I don't see anything. Let's go sit in the sand." I think I had plenty of time to be more matoor and cool-headed, but it didn't work. So I took Mom and went swimming, and eventually the stand-by-the-car-hoping-to-melt-a-stare-hole-in-the-trunk abalone was pried off his rock. Man, he was mad. When the car got unlocked that afternoon, he insisted on paying for it, and I let him, thinking it would help. Thank the Golden-Haired Rambidites he had enough money in his wallet; oh thank you. If his kid had had to hand it to him, well, he would have deserved it, really, because he was really a mean guy, anyway, after all. (Did I leave that part out?). He was lucky I took him to Hawaii. He did, I'll admit, apologize a couple of years ago for that time in high school, making me take his friend's daughter on a date ~ bowling. Yah, he was a Giant Jerk. (I had forgotten about it, but I let him apologize anyway. As a general thing. And as a novel experience. MJ was...stunned. She laughed.) (He deserved it.)