On the flight home from a recent Florida excursion, I was storyboarding the post that became Dad and I Found a Monkey in a Wendys.
I use an extra-large moleskine notebook for this kind of note-taking so it’s not exactly discrete. This, plus some unrelated notes on the facing page, were providing our flight attendant with a great deal of entertainment. So much so that while everyone else was eating tiny bags of biscotti, I got this:
The perks of finding a lesser ape in a Wendys last a lifetime.
Hey, take the perks wherever and whenever you can get them.
Hell yeah. This was a southwest/AirTran flight so the cookie surprise was…surprising!
Apparently you find it acceptable to use products that flay moles so you can doodle your nonsense on them. PETA stands proudly against such uses and campaigns strongly for the end of such products. shame on you.
Our proud tradition of mole-hunting goes back to the dawn of time. Or of moles. We use every part of the moles we capture and make sacrifices to their ancestors. The notebooks are but a suggestion of what one can do with a mole.