Too much Monkey Business
Monkeys in my living room
As I lie curled up on my sofa, reading some interesting fiction, I imagine this is my kind of bliss! About to turn the page, I see a huge monkey come in my direction. God! Where on earth did this manifest from?
Alarmed, I yell, scoop my phone and just run out the front door. I leave the door open so that the monkey can escape.
I rush down the stairs and without wasting any time I make a call to the housing society office. The guy on the other side assures me that a monkey catcher will be there soon.
Digressing a little.
Monkeys have been loitering around in our society for quite some time. They’ve been snatching things from people on the street. I remember that once an elderly gentleman with a grocery bag full of things was attacked by a monkey. He just abandoned his bag and ran away. There have been other instances too. So, a monkey-catcher had been arranged by the society office.
Now, back to the story: I am surprised that a monkey could enter my place. The front door and the windows — all properly and securely latched and bolted. It just befuddles me.
Getting impatient by the minute, I make several calls to the society office, requesting that they send someone soon. Some 45 minutes pass, there is no help coming and I am…
