The Hawaii Bum

At work, there's this one particular guy. It's OK to despise him. It might even be OK to call him a bad name in a jealous sort of "no one should be so lucky" sort of way.

He recently put in his two weeks notice. He's leaving our newspaper to go do a similar job at another newspaper. In Hawaii. Even better, he's got a friend (relative?) who lives in Hawaii already. This friend is willing to let him stay at his house / apartment / grass hut / whatever on the cheap until he gets established.

That bum. He'd better be sending us some care packages, is all I'm sayin'. Postcards, Papaya, Hula Girls, *something*.