Regular readers of this and my previous Blog, will recall my fondness for monkeys. When Darwin the pet monkey was found outside IKEA this week, in a faux shearling coat, I was mesmerised. M nicknamed Darwin, Tiny Jimmy, due to his remote resemblance to our friend Jimmy F. Not in looks but mannerisms. OK looks too.
There has been a push to rent a Tiny Jimmy for our next Poker Event. That seems far fetched. I would like to hire a Tiny Jimmy as crew for my boat. A monkey is the stand-up comic of the animal kingdom. They also appear to be good judges of human character. It is my belief that Tiny Jimmy would dislike the same people I dislike.
DZ who we like, but lacks a sense of humour, would likely not be a favourite of Tiny Jimmy. Really if it came down to inviting a guest that Tiny Jimmy disapproved of, or inviting Tiny Jimmy back, it would be no contest.
Years ago Charlie Brown and I came up with a business case to hire a Claims Monkey for our insurance company. When you were settling a claim for a minor injury you could take, let's say $5,000, or have Claims Monkey spin a prize wheel. You could be shut out, or win as much as $20,000. Regardless of the outcome Claims Monkey would jump up and down with joy. Really everyone was a winner. DZ disapproved, which made it seem like an even better idea. As you could imagine the beer fuelled idea went nowhere.
I would never have a monkey as a pet, as they require 24-hour attention. They never sit still. If you were rich enough you could have a monkey nanny. I want a monkey around for about an hour a day. Just to brighten your day before having monkey nanny look after him for the rest of the time.
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