i am s. mouse of s. rose, inc., and that noise outside dick rose’s door is the cat.
i see now that i should have told bob and dick that i’ve taken over as night manager, but i hate being laughed at.
this man called up and said, hey, you should see the mouse i got working for me. I said, you, sir, are a copy cat.
no kidding, said the man, this mouse is 39, 22, 37. well, i said, if you don’t know for sure how old he is why don’t you ask
this has nothing to do with her age, you dope, he said, she’s young and she’s got everything.
does she have white whiskers and an extra long tail, i asked, just to be polite.
and he said, of course not, and i said, is she your night manager, and he just laughed and laughed and said, you kill me, mouse, and i said, i only wish i could, but he didn’t hear me.
