Monkey excreta. 

Monkey on the Till

People tell me things. Strangers feel comfortable talking to me. I talk to them sometimes, too. But they share too much.

Today I was at the True Value Hardware here in West Seattle. I was buying stainless steel hardware for a special little project I've got. Stainless is considerably more expensive than plain ol' iron hardware.

So a guy, a high school dad guy, is shopping there next to me. He says to no one in particular, though clearly to me, "This hardware is really expensive."

I said, "Yeah. Stainless steel. What're ya gonna do..."

There was a pause, then the light goes on. "OH, stainless!" he says. "No wonder!"

I said, "the iron stuff is just down there." I nod down the aisle.

He steps back and gives me this conspiratorial look. "Just like my dad used to say: it's like a monkey pissing on a cash register...it all runs into money."

Yeah. Just like that.