What recession? This is inflation!

When we had lunch with members of a sorority I hung out with in college several decades ago (I had dated one of them), my friend Rosella bought Rachel two balloon monkeys. The artist was incredibly creative.

Unfortunately, as we drove off that evening, I raised the right rear electronic window and the red monkey's tail popped when it caught in the mechanism (likely a sentence I won't type the rest of my life.)

The monkeys didn't take the heat of the car well. The blue one's eye popped halfway home and the red one's head shriveled up by the time we pulled into the driveway, causing daddy to start quoting the end of Beetlejuice. "Hey, this could be a whole new look for me. Hey! Hey!"