I’m angry because I feel I’ve been cheated. Shortchanged. Bait and Switched. Overpromised and “Underdelivered to.”
Hoverboards, flying cars (or at least aqua cars), wristwatch TV/phone, holographic 3-D chess and much, much, more were “promised” to me as a child and now it’s 2012 they’re not here (iPhones and Droids don’t count btw – too big and Siri has a big voice recognition problem).
So to all of you involved in making me long for these things I say, “Shame on you and all the people that failed to make them happen!”
OK, I’ll survive. I’ll be fine and I can live without those things for now; they’re just gadgets really. But what about my “Monkey Butler?” Weren’t we all really led to believe we’d each have a smartly dressed, exquisitely-trained monkey servant by now? I certainly was and I’m ready to take delivery now. Is he ready? Well, the Bergdorf-Goodman department store (as well as a shop on Lexington Ave.), teased me a few years back by featuring Monkey Butlers in their 5th Avenue windows and I thought maybe the time had finally come… but alas, it hadn’t.
Michael Jackson had Bubbles, Homer Simpson had Mojo the Helper Monkey, Stacee Jaxx has one named “Hey Man” in the new Rock of Ages movie. Even that schlub Ross had Marcel in TV’s “Friends,” so where’s mine? Indiana Jones had an evil one, but he was still cool (right up until his “bad date”).
Look, I know me having a Monkey Butler will eventually lead to the demise of the human race (see Monkey Shines, Outbreak, and of course Apes, Planet of), but that’s a while off and I really want one! Making my co-workers/employees act like one just isn’t cutting it anymore (but I do appreciate the effort David).
I don’t want to be angry with the monkeys but I’m afraid I may start to blame them for not stepping up. My favorite 70’s show “Lancelot Link: Secret Chimp” shows us they can easily do the job and Downton Abby (if not the original Hobson from Arthur) shows that there should be no shame in having the job of butler, so it’s not that. I’m just worried that if I don’t get my own real Monkey Butler soon it’ll be me, not Troy McClure from “Planet of the Apes: The Musical,” scream-singing the sad refrain, “I hate every ape I see, from chimpan A to chimpan…Z!“