Walking from home to ??, I come into a neighbor’s yard. There’s a pleasant, blond, young mother and a couple of her children in the yard. Also here are some dressed-up monkeys they are playing with.
The humans’ gestures welcome me to interact with them. I gingerly acquaint myself with the a monkey or two. One of the monkeys bite me. I smart for a second. The mother nonchalantly approaches me.
“That will be $25,” she says. She points to a sign posted on the house.
| Monkey Bites | |
|---|---|
| Nip | $5 |
| Nibble | $10 |
| Bite | $25 |
I reluctantly accept this. The mom escorts me across the small yard to a small guest house/office. There, a brunette young lady, perhaps a college student paid a low wage for this job, proceeds to ring up and ask for 25 dollars.
Embarrassed, I dip into my wallet and fish out a 20 and 5. I hand it over.
As I’m leaving the little hut I find myself starting to say “Scam.” The brunette gives me the evil eye. She threatens me.
“Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam,” I repeat, louder and louder.
I feel the neighborhood has been alerted to me. I realize the whole neighborhood is in on it. Little golden-haired boys with large water-pistols petal on their bikes in a desperate attempt to stop me.
“Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam. Scam.”