My swiss cheese company went out of business last week. We used to be the biggest producers of swiss cheese in the midwest. But tastes change. I think I got over confident because we had a strong 12 year run. My wife lobbied the past two years for Monterey Jack and string cheese, but I ignored her suggestions. It's like my astrologer said, "Being Aries makes you cocky."
Today I sat in my warehouse and felt badly. Then I noticed: sulking is not enjoyable. So I got up and I opened the back door to my factory. The rats and mice were in the alleyway scrambling for tiny crumbs of food. I said, "Hey, who's hungry?!"
They looked up, but were apprehensive.
A mouse said, "Is this some kind of a joke?"
I said, "No, I'm serious. Come on in."
The rats and mice came inside and then assembled in the main area. I said, "I'm sorry for my efforts to exterminate you over the years. I'd like to make it up to you." I opened the doors to the refrigerated rooms which contained over 15 tons of swiss cheese. "Enjoy!"
The mice and rats went nuts gorging on the swiss cheese. One of the rats looked up from his cheese and said, "Thanks Mr. Palmer, this cheese tastes great!"
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