Story Time!
So I have this stuffed monkey that sits on top of
my dash and guards my car. He's positioned in just the right position
where he can see everything that's going on. Right before I leave the
car I'll say something like, "Monkey, guard my car," or often I'll just
give him an acknowledging "Mon-keeey!"
I don't know
where this idea of him guarding my car came from. He was originally a
gift from my friend Jaye, and I know from the start I had intended for
him to stay in my car. Perhaps it was just the most logical conclusion
because of where I constantly had him positioned on the dash; his steady
vigil testified to his guard-like prowess.
Despite telling him to guard my car every time I left it, this had always been more of a joke, nothing more--that is, until the day he proved me wrong.
One
morning, back when I used to live in Pendleton, I was leaving for work
and came out to my car to find my back window smashed open. Not only was
this a frightening experience anyway, but I had never had
anything like this happen to me before. I had to call into work to tell
them I'd be late so I could deal with reporTing the incident while I tried to get everything cleaned up.
I combed my car to see if
anything was missing, and to my relief it seemed they didn't take
anything--though the damage was done. However, upon second glace I
discovered something I failed to notice previously. My monkey, who always took his place perched atop my dash, was sitting in the back seat on the floor!
The one time my car had ever been broken into was the one time I forgot to have him guard my car!
So there you go. It's been proven. He's a tried and true, bona fide guard monkey.
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