My day off last week was uneventful. I really didn't have anything planned, and so I ended up taking a ride out west to Peddler's Village. On the way back, I stopped at a French Bakery on the Delaware that makes these great sandwiches on baguettes baked right there. I was in heaven, or rather le ciel.
As I'm waiting for my sandwich, a man comes in with a monkey on his shoulder, a Capuchin Monkey. Five other people in the shop - a mother and son sitting at a table, an elderly couple looking at the cakes behind glass, and the owner himself - aren't looking the least bit excited or phased. I mean, there's a FREAKIN' MONKEY in the store.
Oh, and the monkey is staring at me.
You think he reads the blog?