


My downstairs neighbor Tyler came over last night, as he sometimes does, for a quick chat on his way to his apartment.
So
As Tyler is telling me the story of how he called a Las Vegas zoo and spoke to a manager there to see about getting a monkey for a few hours, I shook my head with a bewildered smile on my face (as often happens when Tyler talks). When he finished recapping his phone call, our conversation went a little something like this…
Me: So you told the zoo that you needed to have the monkey for a few hours because your boyfriend is really into monkeys? And that you needed some one on one private time with the monkey? Because you really want your boyfriend to have a monkey experience? Maybe if they could make a special trainer available?
Me: You may need to think this through before you call the next monkey people.