Left at the airport security

The day we left Kauai wasn't particularly cheerful, because we didn't want to go. As per usual, Jack and I got to the airport 2 hours early, and we sat at the gate reading, or doing nothing.

Once a while, the PA made the following announcement with a slight Hawaiian accent: May I have your attention please, a ______ was found at the security area! Would the owner please claim your belonging at the lobby.

Fill in the blank with the following items.

     a green fishing reel 

     a pillow

     a watch 

     a gray bag

     a car key

By the time we lined up to get on the plane, I started to appreciate the humor, imagining families rushing back to the lobby to pick up their belongings.

In a hurry?

I was waiting in line at the Costco deli in Kauai.  It was drizzling on and off, and the temperature was in the mid 70s. I just got off the 5 hour direct flight from SFO with a splitting headache. The comfortable temperature felt especially stuffy for my stressed mind.

First I thought my line was moving too slowly compared to the next line. I looked at our cashier, and thought everyone in this line seemed to order sundaes, so it took extra time, and I wished he could speed up a little. Then I thought: relax, I'm on vacation in Kauai, what's the hurry?

I wish I could be more relaxed and at ease under more circumstances.