Our condominimum was a pleasant enough place, but, well, a bit... underground. Our lanai (Hawaiian for "tiny backyard-like area") lay at the dead-end of a path. Because the end of the path was pretty obvious, the only people who wandered that far were slightly clueless old folks. This is not in and of itself bad, it's just that after the third time, I was tired of seeing it.
We also weren't particularly fond of our uninvited guests: the ants. Okay, we really did try to keep things clean, but dammit, they always found something and then immediately swarmed all over the place. This was really obnoxious, having to take the trash out every day, etc.
Adding a bit of insult to this bit of injury (really, when you consider it, we were in Hawaii, so things didn't suck that much) was our discovery of a Guest Book. In this book, a number of guests prior to us had ranted and raved about how wonderful the condo was. Okay, it didn't suck, as I said before, but, ahem, it wasn't that great. The way these people went on, you would think they stayed at The Hilton, or some really nice place.
Well, this couldn't be let alone. We thought and thought and thought and eventually decided to leave our own notes in the Guest Book. The dates are fairly correct and I leave it as an exercise to the reader to determine the truthfulness of the rest of it. Here's the first entry. Click on each entry to see the next one.
