Breakfast and Birds

One more Hawaii post because it's cold and I'm pining, dammit

On our last day in Hawaii, I took the elevator downstairs and made my sheepish way to the front desk.  We had vouchers for free breakfast, two for each day we’d booked, and somehow the last two had come up missing.  I knew we hadn’t spent them – we almost couldn’t have.  There was so much food, most of it hot, that the time-honored road comic tradition of double-dipping to take armloads of free snacks back to your room was as impractical as it was unnecessary.

(I mean, yes, there have been points in my life, and might yet be again, where I’m living off that morning’s cold pancakes and gelid oatmeal to get through a weekend of travel.  But this is the good life, for chrissakes.)