Dear howler monkeys, thank you for making me late to work

A troop of howler monkeys crossed the road in Tamarindo at eight in the morning and you got out of your car and stopped traffic with both arms, very official, like a crossing guard. A bus waited. A truck waited. I was in the truck. The last monkey took its time. You waved us on with a small bow. I was twelve minutes late to work and did not mind. If anyone asks, the monkeys were a priority. I would like to say that to you directly.