Beware The Low Flying Monkeys

( Okay, I’ll explain, Low Flying Monkeys is a phrase I used  years ago. Instead of telling people good bye or good luck I’d look them in the eye and say with genuine feeling “Beware The Low Flying Monkeys” 

 It just seemed like good advice to give someone as they hit the road-o-life)

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It’s been one of those days…one of those days where I’m being tested.

Don’t know if it’s by the Big Boss Upstairs or the Other Boss Downstairs but I’m being tested and until I figure this out- well, let’s just say I won’t be shooting fate in the eye with any spitballs.

I found out today that a few months ago my Uncle had a heart attack.

In a Casino.

While he was gambling.

And somebody along the way assured him it was going to be okay because ‘the best hospital in town is located right by the Casinos- because you know, this sort of thing happens a lot.’

Do I laugh or cry?

That is the question.

And until I figure it out I do believe I’ll lay low.

Well, you know for a few hours anyway.

amm

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6 thoughts on “Beware The Low Flying Monkeys

  1. Not to make light of a serious situation (I assume your uncle is on the mend…) but it behooves the casino operators to have perks nearby for their patrons, including a good hospital–sorta like the 99 cent buffet.

  2. If you’re going to keep talking about monkeys, I’m going to have to better prepare myself for visits here…

    I would “craugh”

    That is a half cry, half laugh. The one where everyone just stops and stares at you because they can’t quite figure out how to help you.

    Then you can study the reaction of the crowd and adjust accordingly.

    C

  3. Hey Charlie,

    Craugh is good, I like that.

    But as a side note, when my Mom and Uncle ( the one who had the heart attack ) were kids he almost took her eye out with a fresh shrimp ( It was still in it’s shell ) . He was chasing her with it around the yard and she insists he was barking like a dog the entire time

    So anyway, at some point she stopped turned around and … ouch.

    She had to wear a patch over her eye for weeks and she’s still got this funny little scar on her lid.

    And they BOTH think it’s funny to this day.

    So as you can imagine…we ‘craugh’ a lot in my family.

    amm

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