THE CRAP WAS FLYING

Thursday, August 02, 2007

It was a gorgeous day in San Francisco—one of my favorite cities to visit (not live—just visit). The sky was blue. Little white clouds floated overhead and there was a slight, but cool breeze. It was a great day for visiting the zoo.

Strolling through the zoo was an adventure and a joy, until we came upon the gorilla compound. A small, but lively crowd had gathered and we stopped to watch the show. When all of a sudden, out of the blue, I looked up and saw a gorilla sized handful of crap coming right at my head. It whistled by my head like a large bullet and went PLOP on the pavement by me. I was startled, embarrassed and frightened. Everybody scattered! The agitated gorillas “shelled” the area with their waste for awhile and then finally settled down and looked bored.

As I recall this story for some strange reason a picture of the United States congress keeps popping into my mind. Congress reminds me of the monkey or gorilla cage at the zoo—a bunch of apes running around making a mess and trying to throw it in the face of those who elected them.