Trust me, you'd be glad as well!
Mind you, I'm not prejudiced, I hate everybody pretty equally, my wifes family is Vietnamese. There seems to be more and more Vietnamese there each year. Fine.
This year the table was full, I was in the living room eating, then here comes the clan. All of the dinner talk was in Vietnamese, I've no clue what was said, who it was about, I just
threw in a "Yeah" and "Sure" once in a while for good measure and went on.
Get out of there and a buddy of mine has been looking for a handgun. I told him he wouldn't like what he wanted, one of those silly little .380 auto's. Now this guy is 400ish, BIG BOY, he doesn't need a little girly gun! So I set up a place, line up some guns, everything is ready. His "buddy" all of the sudden wants to do things his way, go to his BIL's house and shoot more guns.
Whatever, I agree to go.
His "buddy" was an old boss of mine that fired me about four years ago. Fired me and gave me two weeks notice? Awkward to say the least.
I played nice, he kissed my .... hoping I wouldn't shoot him and we got
through it.
Gotta love the holidays! But the boy had a great time!