The monkey lane!!

The guy behind me in the grocery store tonight kept telling his 3(ish) year old son that he was a monkey (presumably because he kept squirming around in the cart), and that they might have to move from the "express" lane to the "monkey" lane.

"We're going to have to ask the manager where the monkey lane is! Time to go to the monkey lane! Which lane is the monkey lane! We'll have to find the monkey lane! The monkey needs his monkey lane!" Repeat ad nauseum.

(I am not making any of that up.)

Judging from the look he gave me when he handed me the receipt, I think the cashier shared my "shut the hell up already about the monkey lane" sentiment...