Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and I worked my usual evening shift at my part-time job at a drugstore in the neighborhood. It was quite busy for a while, and the biggest sellers were giant stuffed animals (called plush animals in the trade). They were especially popular with the University of Denver co-eds, and I kept having to refill the front display table with them. Teddy bears were the most popular, and dogs too, but nobody wanted to buy the giant stuffed monkey. What's wrong with giving a giant stuffed monkey to your sweetie on Valentine's Day? Which probably goes a long way to explaining why I am divorced.
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