Juliet sent this in:
So I was coming home along Central Park West last night around 11pm, and there was a woman sitting on a bench. She looked sane, well-dressed, not homeless, etc. On her lap was a teeny, tiny baby MONKEY. In a teeny, tiny diaper. I stopped to stare and before I knew it, the monkey ("she likes women," the owner said) took a flying leap off the bench, landed on my bag, and proceeded to climb up my arm like climbing up a vine. It then climbed onto my head and sat there with its tiny, sinewy arms wrapped me, sort of nibbling on my ear. Then it got mesmerized by my necklace - just like a human baby - and started playing with it. Then it shimmied down the other arm and swung from my bag.
I finally managed to detach it and return it to the owner, but as I started to walk away, the monkey bounded from bench to bench next to me like it was going to come home with me.
I was highly amused. (I also took a good, long shower when I got home.)
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