Thursday, December 24, 2009

Monkey Cage

When I was a kid, we'd drive up to DC to see the grandparents once or twice a year. From Tampa to Maryland, in pre interstate interconnectivity days, this meant a jaunt up US 301 to a small Nassau County road, and then over to I-95. At the county road and I-95, there was a gas station that had this weird security cage for their snack vending machines, and we would stop there and fill up on snacks and gas for the first leg of interstate driving. One year, there were a few teenage boys leaping around on the vending machines and swinging around in the cage and hooting and hollering, and I commented to my brother at the time that it was like a monkey cage at the zoo.

Well recently I had to drive up to Nassau County for a Bike/Ped Advocacy group meeting, and I'll be damned, the monkey cage is still there!






The gas station is long since closed, replaced with the more modern 200 pumping station super mall mini-mart style beast just a few feet down the road, but the old cage is still there, ready for another load of teenage monkeys all hopped up on Sun-Drop Orange Soda and Goo Goo Clusters.

2 comments:

Steve said...

That's definitely the monkey cage! I can't believe it's still there! Hilarious!

Steve said...

I don't remember those "monkey" kids being teenagers -- I think they were younger than that. Maybe older than you but younger than me?