of mice and men
This is not my story. It is Michael’s story. But I like it so I’m telling it as I remember hearing it. There was a time when Michael was a bartender at a fancy restaurant in New Orleans. During his shift, he was often sent to the far corners of the restaurant where other people didn’t go. Once while searching for a jar of olives in the wine cellar, he heard a terrible sound. He rounded a corner to discover a mouse stuck on a shelf, its bottom glued fast to a trap. It was screaming in a mousey way, struggling helplessly to free itself. Now if any of you have ever encountered a mouse in a glue trap, it’s a pretty terrible sight. Far from the quick and grizzly death of a spring trap, the glue trap keeps its victim in a slow, terrible contest until the mouse starves to death. Michael knew, and the mouse probably k...