That the guy in the next cubicle is the little weasel that writes all the fine print.

The fine print… in your bank’s terms of service that say if you don’t call an 800 number before midnight tonight, they can charge you $16.95 a month for nothing — forEVER. (Until next month anyway when they decide to make it $17.95.)

The fine print…   hidden at the bottom of the document that looks exactly like it came from some polyp in the bowels of the federal bureaucracy that is designed to scare the ever lovin’ shit out of you so you’ll shoot them back your credit card number. You know the ones I mean.

The fine print… on the back of the $3.00 check you got in the mail that says “Go a head and cash this mother. When you do you’re allowing us to bill you whatever the hell we want every month for nothing!”

Oh… THAT fine print.

Then…

Imagine…

that this little weasel is a hero.

It could happen.