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Some of these stories had me smiling; some frowning; some had me counting my blessings, and some of them had my hair standing on end. I trust they'll have the same affect on you as you read them. Enjoy.
Harry Harris
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SO NOW THE MONKEY COMES OUT OF THE SLEEVE!
When I first heard the phrase, "So now the monkey comes out of the sleeve,” I naturally assumed that it had something to do with a MAGIC ACT and I wondered how a primate would be used in it.
The animals that came to mind for such an act were the Chimpanzee, Baboon, Orangutan, Gorilla, and the cute, little White-Throated Capuchin, which is only about a foot tall.
As I mulled the situation over in my mind I came to the conclusion that if that phrase were connected with wizardry and that I personally got involved in the act, and that I would ultimately be facing one of those furry animals when it came out of someone' s sleeve, then I hoped it would be that cute, white-throated little guy that I mentioned than any of its larger relatives.
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I heard the phrase, 'So, now the monkey comes out of the sleeve,’ in Curacao, the Dutch Island in the Caribbean. That was thirty years ago when I was there on vacation. I haven't heard that phrase since, nevertheless, I never forgot it. Why? Because I feel it's unique: It candidly, albeit humorously, 'scolds' the author for withholding pertinent information while telling a story or recounting an awkward situation. The following is a yarn that I heard that emphasizes the point. It was told to a group of us at a party one evening:
"I was flying to the Bahamas," the storyteller said. "It was my first vacation in years. The trip was a gift from my boss, a bonus for a job well done. And what a gift! All of my expenses were to be paid while 1 was on the island and 1 was being flown there in a fabulous new private jet. I felt like a king."
"I was the only passenger on board the plane and 1 was treated royally. Actually there were three of us on that flight ... me, the pilot, and a gorgeous, sensuous blond hostess that was catering to me hand and foot; her extremities just as alluring as the rest of her body. The only thing that she didn't do to make the trip more enjoyable for me was to make me a member of the Mile High Club."
"About two hours into the flight the blond said that the pilot wanted to see me. I hated leaving that luscious creature even for a moment, but getting to speak to the pilot was something that I've wanted to do since the flight began. Why? Because I wanted to know more about the plane I was on. I hadn't seen anything like it and I was intrigued by it. Also, it was because I never had the opportunity to speak directly to a 'plane jockey' before. The only conversation I ever had with a pilot was on a commercial flight and then it was strictly one sided: Like when the Captain demands, in the voice of God, that I forgo the comfortable position I’m in, put my book aside, and look out of the window
-- usually to my left - at what he considers is a spectacular view of the ocean. As if I hadn't seen a body of water before! However, I'm sure it's usually ennui that prompts pilots to irritate their passengers like that. And in this particular case I was certain that boredom was the reason the pilot wanted to see me. After all, there was nothing else for the poor guy to do until it was time for us to land, except, of course, to fantasize about that luscious blond hostess in the back of the plane. I guess that's why pilots consider the area they work in as the pits… like in cockpits, if you'll pardon the expression.
"When I entered his compartment the pilot smiled at me in a silly, self- complacent manner. Although he appeared friendly the smirk on his face puzzled me. Forget the cat that swallowed the canary, this guy looked like
Ex-President Clinton the day he dodged impeachment. And, to make matters worse, his eyes kept dancing to a tune that I didn't fancy. It was as if he knew something that I didn't, something that he didn't intend to share with me."
"The pilot didn't utter a word as I entered the cockpit but simply motioned for me to sit in the seat beside him. Then he nodded toward the ocean below and affected an expression as if to say, 'Some spectacle, eh?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'it's a wonder, all right, but the sight of that hot blond in the back of the plane is a hell of a lot more interesting to me.' But that was on the inside. On the outside I said, with a tinge of sarcasm, 'Yes, looking down at that body of water from way up here is certainly
Harry Harris
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SO NOW THE MONKEY COMES OUT OF THE SLEEVE!
When I first heard the phrase, "So now the monkey comes out of the sleeve,” I naturally assumed that it had something to do with a MAGIC ACT and I wondered how a primate would be used in it.
The animals that came to mind for such an act were the Chimpanzee, Baboon, Orangutan, Gorilla, and the cute, little White-Throated Capuchin, which is only about a foot tall.
As I mulled the situation over in my mind I came to the conclusion that if that phrase were connected with wizardry and that I personally got involved in the act, and that I would ultimately be facing one of those furry animals when it came out of someone' s sleeve, then I hoped it would be that cute, white-throated little guy that I mentioned than any of its larger relatives.
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I heard the phrase, 'So, now the monkey comes out of the sleeve,’ in Curacao, the Dutch Island in the Caribbean. That was thirty years ago when I was there on vacation. I haven't heard that phrase since, nevertheless, I never forgot it. Why? Because I feel it's unique: It candidly, albeit humorously, 'scolds' the author for withholding pertinent information while telling a story or recounting an awkward situation. The following is a yarn that I heard that emphasizes the point. It was told to a group of us at a party one evening:
"I was flying to the Bahamas," the storyteller said. "It was my first vacation in years. The trip was a gift from my boss, a bonus for a job well done. And what a gift! All of my expenses were to be paid while 1 was on the island and 1 was being flown there in a fabulous new private jet. I felt like a king."
"I was the only passenger on board the plane and 1 was treated royally. Actually there were three of us on that flight ... me, the pilot, and a gorgeous, sensuous blond hostess that was catering to me hand and foot; her extremities just as alluring as the rest of her body. The only thing that she didn't do to make the trip more enjoyable for me was to make me a member of the Mile High Club."
"About two hours into the flight the blond said that the pilot wanted to see me. I hated leaving that luscious creature even for a moment, but getting to speak to the pilot was something that I've wanted to do since the flight began. Why? Because I wanted to know more about the plane I was on. I hadn't seen anything like it and I was intrigued by it. Also, it was because I never had the opportunity to speak directly to a 'plane jockey' before. The only conversation I ever had with a pilot was on a commercial flight and then it was strictly one sided: Like when the Captain demands, in the voice of God, that I forgo the comfortable position I’m in, put my book aside, and look out of the window
-- usually to my left - at what he considers is a spectacular view of the ocean. As if I hadn't seen a body of water before! However, I'm sure it's usually ennui that prompts pilots to irritate their passengers like that. And in this particular case I was certain that boredom was the reason the pilot wanted to see me. After all, there was nothing else for the poor guy to do until it was time for us to land, except, of course, to fantasize about that luscious blond hostess in the back of the plane. I guess that's why pilots consider the area they work in as the pits… like in cockpits, if you'll pardon the expression.
"When I entered his compartment the pilot smiled at me in a silly, self- complacent manner. Although he appeared friendly the smirk on his face puzzled me. Forget the cat that swallowed the canary, this guy looked like
Ex-President Clinton the day he dodged impeachment. And, to make matters worse, his eyes kept dancing to a tune that I didn't fancy. It was as if he knew something that I didn't, something that he didn't intend to share with me."
"The pilot didn't utter a word as I entered the cockpit but simply motioned for me to sit in the seat beside him. Then he nodded toward the ocean below and affected an expression as if to say, 'Some spectacle, eh?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'it's a wonder, all right, but the sight of that hot blond in the back of the plane is a hell of a lot more interesting to me.' But that was on the inside. On the outside I said, with a tinge of sarcasm, 'Yes, looking down at that body of water from way up here is certainly
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940012515971 |
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| Publisher: | Linda Jones |
| Publication date: | 04/28/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 211 KB |
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