Hawaiian haste great advice for city's speedsters

Here's one of my typical days in Hawaii.

I got up late and rushed to the elevator with my hair uncombed. People would politely ignore my messy look and offer me a cozy sunny morning smile. When the elevator arrived, someone steps aside, waiting for me to get in first. And there is always another "someone" who holds the door open till everybody is in.

Later as I was about to cross the road, I gave a casual look to the left, and the next minute, the roaring flow of cars suddenly fell still in front of the zebra crossing. Enjoying the privilege of crossing the road all alone, I could not help but indulge in the vanity of being a "king" with so many cars politely waiting on me.