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After Hanauma Bay, we had to return our rented snorkeling equipment. Snorkel Bob’s is a walkable distance from Waikiki, but we were being lazy, so we decided to catch a cab. A taxi was idling outside our hotel, but as soon as I walked up, the driver drove away. He must have not seen me or something.

There was another guy sitting on the steps outside the hotel and asked me where I was going. I was a little suspicious, but he had already gotten up and started walking towards a limo. So I followed him to the door and asked him “how much?”; I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of off-the-books operation.

“This is a taxi!” was the response. Sure enough, in the front seat was a taxi meter. So we took a ride down Kapahulu avenue in style.

“How long have you been married?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“You’re obviously not newlyweds because you’re sitting in the back seat as far apart as you can.” That taxi driver wasn’t missing a thing:

(picture from the other side of the back seat.)