Mr. Samoa is nearly back from Boston. He was at last check-in, however, sidelined by a flight delay. They had them all in the plane while they were trying to fix a (non-critical) technical item. I advised him that he was not to permit them to pull the same thing they pulled on the poor souls in I think it was New York sometime back (10-15 hours trapped on the runway). Because he would let them. He thinks it's "rude" or "mean" to complain or something, so he doesn't, and then things happen to him that are similar to getting stuck in a giant aluminum foil tube for 15 hours on sweltering blacktop. (It would be one thing if he didn't also get mad when I am less than enthusiastic about getting walked all over. But that is a rant for another day.)
But anyways, hopefully he will be home soon. And maybe Pumpkin will calm down. If he does not, I swear I'm shipping him straight back to Japan in my leftover Skechers box.
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