Mr. Big Food got himself in a bit of a jam last afternoon. Unjamming required a double dose of toxicity (I was of no use). As The J-Man is no longer around to provide that second Y chromosome, Mr. Big Food texted him buddy Pat and asked if he cold stop by after work. He replied, “I can.”
Thirty minutes later the jam had been unjammed and we were all looking at pictures of Pat’s one week old granddaughter.
Country mice are good about helping folks out of jams.