MARCH 19, 2022 SUMMER BESHORE HAWAII, MY SOLO TRAVELS EDIT”HAWAII: SMOKING ON FLIGHTS IS PROHIBITED IN ALL FLIGHTS WORLDWIDE, BEGINNING FROM 1988, HUH?…”

Hawaii: Smoking on flights is prohibited in all flights worldwide, beginning from 1988, huh?…

It was my first trip to Hawaii… really it was my first trip anywhere that wasn’t a hop, skip, jump, or Vegas, and I was still dating an ex of mine; an amazing human being (and probably the only one in the world that I feel guilty for being less than perfect to), yet -waaaayyyyy not on my level… hence the “ex”!

So, anyways… we end up sitting in the seat right by the flight attendant station… and we’re friendly fuckers, so we obviously make friends.

We basically ended up getting an open bar (aka = for free) for 4.5 hours.

Hour 3 rolls around and I want a cigarette.

Not a planner. Lets start by going pee.

I notice the toilet sucks that TP down with a furry.

So I light up a cigarette and take like 4 drags: each time I exhale, I blow into the toilet and flush simultaneously GENIOUS!

About a minute after I get back to my seat, a flight attendant approaches me, looking very confused, and asked me if I was smoking in the bathroom?

I looked her dead in the eyes, with an appalled look on my face, and said

“Um, no I don’t smoke! Gross”

She turned around and walked away.

This was the first (and last) time I was “raped by the ocean“, as I so eloquently like to put it.

Everyone and there mom saw my ass, tits, and probably a vag shot or two as I was tumbling and gasping for air between the repeated beatings from the waves…