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| - I was born and raised in greater Los Angeles. Therefore, my sense of time and timing is rather precise. You learn, if you show up late for work, school or an appointment, there's repercussions. And, on the extreme end, if you take your time walking across the street, you'll get run over. Bottom line, there's no concept of polychronic "Island Time" where I come from.
Coming from L.A. also gives you the ability to quickly adapt to situations, and walking through the door of Island Flavor (on a Saturday afternoon) means you have to immediately switch to Island Time. You're probably going to stand in line, with some element of uncomfortable heat, for quite a while, as tables slowly get cleared and diners (possibly drunk on carbs) take their sweet ass time moving along. It's the nature of the beast of Island Flavor. You put your best smiley face on and suck it up.
And, when you've finally been seated and placed your order, and 20 minutes later the waitress says, "sorry, we lost your ticket" and asks you to re-order, you keep on smiling. After all, the massive plate of satisfying Hawaiian comfort food headed your way is worth it all. Aloha!
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