A bunch of fools sat waiting at the tracks, so I made a hard turn and went another route. “I’m not gonna sit behind you monkeys forever”

Between the early hour and the lack of coffee, it apparently sounded like “June monkeys”

Oglet: “June monkeys? Are they like June bugs? Do they fly up against your screen door and hang there?”
me: “Probably not. They probably just fling poo through open car windows, and at motorcycle riders”