kurt vonnegut taught me to write to please just one person. he also went on some weird rant about wanting to buy envelopes in an inconvenient manner—i "yes'd" him and half-listened. anyway, the woods are ominously humming again

Oh yeah, that gremlin on the wing works for the airline. Or like, the airline says it's okay for him to be there? It's kind of unclear. Anyway, just let him do his thing