The Uncomfortable Reality of Hell

The Uncomfortable Reality of Hell

Mouses and Cats...er, Mice and Cats...

This is where it starts.  My cat on my desk with his back to me, his tail purposely over my computer mouse.  He's like that, he enjoys putting his back to me.  Were he to face me, that would be acknowledging I may have some significance in his life. For now, I am shunned.

I work at a toy store which, for the sake of anonymity, shall be henceforth known as "The Toy Store." A couple nights ago, a pretty blonde 20-something in the party section stated to a fellow employee she was disappointed in our selection of party plates.  She was especially upset with our Minnie Mouse plates.  Minnie should be wearing a red dress with white polka dots, not pink. (Minnie has been "reimagined" by Disney and now, after however many years, has changed her dress.) The customer found the plates "tacky."

The employee asked, "What occasion are you looking for these for?"
The blonde, "My cat's first birthday party!!"

Minnie, you're too tacky in pink for the cat...go change your dress.

A hint at life with LLC.  Welcome to my world, come on in!