Mr. Advice Guy #3 - Feb. 13, 2008

Dear Mr. Advice Guy,
One of our roommates has an unhealthy obsession with sharks. It’s gotten so bad that he even has clothing resembling the fish. He’s even named his mittens. Let’s call them “Carol” and “Willis.” He never goes anywhere without taking “Carol” and “Willis” with him. We’re so embarrassed that we don’t want to be seen with him. How do we let him know that this “relationship” with his mittens is unhealthy? Do we need to stage an intervention?
The Anti-Sharks

Dear Anti-Sharks,
It sounds like your roommate may be Tom Hanks from the movie Big. Does he also hang around a young boy and play “Chopsticks” on a giant piano?
I think the best thing to do would be to get him to the nearest Zoltar machine and get him to wish himself back to being a kid. Unfortunately I don’t know of any empty fairgrounds around Kamloops.
It’s clear that this guy needs to grow up, fashion-wise at least. Any adult who walks around with woolen sharks on his hands has a serious Peter Pan complex. And don’t even get me started on the fact that he named them. I just hope that the names aren’t as lame as the examples you gave me.
You’re probably going to have to take this “boy wonder” shopping and help him pick out some big-boy clothes. I’m sure he could use a complete wardrobe overhaul. That means getting rid of the torn jeans, the super-hero T-shirts and the sneakers. Believe me, it’s for his own good.