You know that little plastic sleeve that seems to live in every wallet. You know, its the one where people put a picture of their kids, wife, dog, husband (Usually in that order) Its a way of being reminded of you Love for that special someone while you endure the pain of spending too much money. Its an odd association if you ask me. Pictures should be on happy places, like fridges, couches and tv sets. Happy places. Not wallets, where you are reminded of how little money you have to pay the phone bills. It creates a negative association... you think of your wife - Then think of the money she spent on those $370 Prada shoes last week. It doesnt seem a great way to remember your love hey??

Well... anyways. Today a customer came in, asked for 'the usual'. (See below post'One akward moment please') I blinked. He told me what he wanted... I got it... he opened wallet to pay. (CUT TO PLASTIC SLEEVE DISCUSSION)

Do you know which loved one's image was safely tucked within the confines of that little sleeve? It was a picture of..... wife? No. Children? No. The weirdo had a picture of a mouse. A MOUSE. Not even the friendly Mickey variety. In fact, it could have even been a rat. The kind that chews through your electical cables so your house is plunged into darkness three whole seconds before the twist is revealed in that stupid girly movie youve been forced to watch for the past three hours. A rat. Who loves a rat that much?

And people like Tom Cruise say drugs and Psychiatrists shouldnt be used. I say up the dosage mouse man.

And Tom... you could do with a few doses of something too.
Free Katie!