Well, I can't say I knew this guy very well. Katie and I noticed him because - duh! - he looked like a mouse. Can't explain why.

Good stories about him - we used to bring a flashlight to Friendly's with us, he borrowed it once when the lights went out in back. And...

Okay, that guy was always yelling at kids on half day. Not that I blame him. Those lame JFKers crawl all over the place every second Tuesday of the month, and they DON'T LEAVE. They just stay and TALK, barely buying anything, and run from table to table gossipping. It was always especially trying for me becuase they were in *my* space!

But the Mouse Manager left his job at Friendly's, why we have never learned, but one day...I was at the Northampton Friendly's, not the usual one, eating by myself, when I overheard a conversation in front of me between a waitress and a patron. The waitress was saying, "Didn't you work at the Florence Friendly's?"

"Oh yeah."

"Wow! I used to go there all the time, like every week!"

Freaky.