this will be an ongoing communique of the various homeless denizens I encounter in Honolulu.
The interesting part of this story is that it happened not at 4am, but rather in the middle of the morning, near 10am - long after the usual riffraff of benchjockeys have slinked into wherever they go. (As it turns out, most of them go to the beach.)
So we're walking home, and we see a man standing near the Red Congolese. TheRC is only open by appointment, and let me make this clear - THIS GENTLEMAN DID NOT HAVE SAID APPOINTMENT. Although he didn't look the part, he certainly gave the 'homeless' vibe, tugging a wheeled luggage bag with a number of ancient-looking shopping bags slung over it.
In one of these shopping bags was an opened box of Ajax dish soap - which looked remarkably similar to the one pictured to the right. Odd, that it was a homeless guy's dish soap. Odder, that it was open. And most odd of all...
A wheel of his luggage hit a bump, and a negligibly small amount of powdered dish soap spilled out of the box and onto the ground. This was apparently the LAST STRAW with this box of soap. The guy flipped the fuck out.
"FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, while PUNCHING THE SHIT out of the box of soap. There was powdered soap everywhere, as he rained blows on the defenseless Ajax.
We kept walking; the craziest ones are sometimes very dangerous, and if I had pulled my camera to catch the action, he might've turned his SUDSY RAGE towards me. About a block away, I could still hear him cursing the poor soap. It was spilled in front of TheRC for a few weeks after that.
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Submitted by James on August 7, 2008 - 11:30pm.