The World On a String
“That is one handsome little monkey…” I hear from a shy admirer in the distance, telling this or that friend the nature of the little devil I have strapped to the front of me. So much attention does this little monkey receive, so out of the ordinary he usually is.
After a few minutes on the plane ride from Beijing to Tokyo, the woman next to me on the flight asked if I talked to him like he was a person all the time.
Blank stares ensued.
“How dare she!,” rants Tiberius.
“I know, Buddy. I know.”
Conveniently, her headphones were already in… but don’t tell Tiberius that.