FBI Special Treatment

Last Sunday we visited the home of a new family at church who moved from Texas. He works for the FBI and gets just about anything he wants with the wave of a badge. Usually with "yes sirs" and "no sirs" included.

Samoans seem to love giving and getting special treatment, for special people. Normal people (like us) just have to beg, borrow, or steal to get anything. Or just be really patient. Take phone connection for example--the true test of your importance. Ours took about 2 weeks to get connected. Theirs took two days.

{I have big rants about customer service, but that's a subject for another post. Actually an entire blog could be dedicated to it. And it's hard to understand unless you've experienced it. But anyway...}

They have a lovely home on a hill. The view helps to make up for leaving their spacious Texas residence and comfortable mainland lifestyle. It also helped them wait patiently for their shipment of household goods to arrive at the port, and eventually on a truck, and eventually in their house. (I guess the badge didn't help much with that.) We could sympathize.


Our church building is the big white one in the center.

At night hundreds of large fruit bats flew low overhead. I kept expecting to see Batman swoop down for a top secret FBI caucus.

I wonder how quickly the Batphone would be hooked up...?