So I parked at the Ka`ahumanu Center outside Koho’s for five minutes. I was in just five minutes, but when I came out, I saw that I was boxed in by your trashy car. So I walked over to ask the driver to move, but there was no driver–just a kid, probably about five, in the back seat. A couple minutes later you came strolling out to your car like it was no big deal. Now I don’t care if you make me late, but how about just being a better dad?
Illustration: Ron Pitts