Les slammed on the brakes and we narrowly missed a partially confused, fully terrified monkey as he ran across the road in front of us.
We got finished exclaiming about him, when... "WATCH OUT!!!!"
There, less than fifty feet down the road, the brakes were slammed again, and we sat for several minutes as these dudes (and dudettes) surrounded our car and went lazily on their way.
And we talked. We talked about how frequently during our days we say in our heads, "We're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."
Not even a little bit.
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