You Aren't a Monkey

Saturday evening at dinner Erik and I engaged in a raging game of cards. As I whooped his booty, he complained, "It's because I'm a monkey." Being the loving girlfriend that I am, I immediately responded "You Aren't a Monkey." Just as I completed the sentence, I realized that over the din of the restaurant, I had misheard Erik's lament, what he really said was, "It's because I'm unlucky."