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Itʻs a famous story of a state senator who worked at the state capitol, waiting for her daughter to return from the bathroom, so they could leave and go home.
It was taking longer than usual, so the woman went to go look for her daughter. Once she exited her office, she saw her daughter standing outside the elevator with the doors still open. She was having a conversation with a lively older local Japanese man who was tan, with white hair, and wearing glasses. He had a very nice smile. The daughter laughed and thanked the older man and waved goodbye to him as the elevator doors closed. "Sheryl!" the mother called out. "What took you so long?""I was talking to that nice representative," the daughter replied. "I met him on the ride up; heʻs so funny!"
"What representative was that?" The mother asked while being mildly irritated with her daughter.
"Bob Nakasone," the daughter confirmed.
Her mother's face went pale, and she looked as if death had come to pay her a visit. "Are you sure that's who it was?"
"Of course, he told me his name, Bob Nakasone," now the daughter was irritated.
"I worked in Bob's office thirteen years ago," the mother's voice was dry with fear. "He died on December 7, 2008. Everybody used to say that they saw his ghost after he died, but I never did. So why would he appear to you of all people?"
"Oh well, that's the thing," the daughter said very carefully. "Before I got off the elevator, he told me to tell you howzit."
The state senator squealed with fright and was covered with chicken skin simultaneously. She called for security to escort them to the elevator, taking them to the lower-level parking lot. The two got into the daughter's car and sped off, going up Punchbowl and onto the freeway. "Thirteen years ago, is today mom," the daughter said. "Today is the seventh of December."
Representatives: Jon Riki & Bob Nakasone. Photo Credit: Hawaii House Blog.
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