I know, it's fashionable for youth to dream of running away to the big city and making it big. I never really wanted to be a part of the mass of humanity. Forming my identity on the mountain made me a tad gun shy around crowds. Don't get me wrong, when I was a younger monkey . . . I could groove on the crowd scene in doses.
I apparently have turned into an old, wizened monkey. Today, Phenom and I decided to drive to the city and hit up a few spots for shopping . . . including a mall (for cigars . . . because nothing spells comedy like cigar smoking monkeys).
First, the traffic drove me crazy. Too many people being too unpredictable for my tastes. And, now that I'm safely in front of the computer, I kinda regret that we swerved to avoid hitting the arse on the bike that came charging out of a parking lot into traffic.
You humans are a spreading lot. The weekly grocery shop is bad enough with you parking your carts around and your extended family blocking pathways. People shopping for the sake of shopping are soooooo much worse. I probably walked 3 miles out of my way around shops just because you humans were all over the place.
The foray into the mall was too much for my monkeyness. Crowded. Loud. People in my way. General rudeness. Think of it people . . . you behave so badly en mass that you could drive a monkey to drink.
And, I didn't even think that people went to malls anymore.
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