Have you be on vacation lately? Do you feel that you have to buy souvenirs for all your friends and relatives back home? You know, all those schmucks that didn’t come with you on your dream vacation? And now they want a gift from you? An expensive trinket that means nothing to them but costs you a fortune. A trinket to prove your friendship?
No, my dear worthless advice blog readers…this is when we put down our foot and say “No more worthless gifts”. Let me enlighten you, dear readers to a gift that keeps on giving to my friends and relatives…my stories!
How can my stories be a gift? Upon my return from a trip, I’ve noticed my kids usually ask this question: What did you bring me? When they were younger, I use to be able to get away with bringing them restaurant napkins or maybe some airline peanuts. Heck, when they were younger you could bring them a hotel brochure and they would be impressed. But now, they want more. You know…things like a tee-shirt…a snow globe…a boxed set of Chinese throwing stars…a new Dell Alienware laptop….typical things for kids.
Instead, I bring them my exciting stories of making Kona coffee in my hotel room, ordering a sandwich at a beachside deli, and how the old lady almost ran me over at the cross walk. I let them know that my life is exciting and dangerous; yet can be boring and mundane at times. Clearly, my listeners will learn from my engaging and entertaining stories and appreciate them more than a dull old trinket from my Maui vacation trip.
Who wants a seashell lei when they could instead feel the salt spray on their face as they listen to how I walked along Wailua Beach on Kauai at sunrise? Their mind will hear the crashing of the waves on the beach, the Hawaiian music floating across the lobby of the hotel, the soft gentle trade wind will kiss their face, and their eyes will begin to squint when I mention the bright sun reflecting off the golden sand. Truly, my vast stories have awoken them from their mindless slumber and taken them on a journey like no other.
My stories of coconut palm trees swaying in the wind will delight the young and old alike. Maybe I should even talk about the annoying tourist at the bar? You know the guy that talks way too loud and complains about being there?
Yes, dear readers, you are welcome! (I know you want to “Thank” me for sharing my stories) in my blog. In fact, leave a comment about this post or your favorite story below in my comments section. And if you’d like to do a guest blog entry, send me a private message.