That Time I Tried to Pass a Counterfeit Fifty …

It was a pleasant, sunny day in Honolulu’s Kaka’ako neighborhood. I was in a cheerful mood as I strolled toward the Don Quixote Market — which, name not withstanding, is a large Asian shopping center. I go there with some frequency, but not so often that staff members recognize me. Well, there was the young Hawaiian bagger who kept offering to sell me some of his family’s pakalolo, but that’s another story…