only in chinatown

I'm at a bank in Chinatown, filing out my withdrawl slip at the counter by the entrance. I hear the movement of paper & plastic. I look down by my feet. Grocery bags, I thought someone had just put down, seemed to have shifted. I return to my withdrawl slip. The sound of moving paper and plastic continues. I look at the bag again and realize it is moving on its own. One of the paper bags, I notice, has holes cut out at the top. No sound emerges that would help identify the creature inside, no dampness on the bag to suggest sea-life, just every so often a few good hits on the sides of the paper bag.

I wait in line watching its efforts. No one else in the bank seems even slightly suprised. Soon the owner comes to retrieve her bags and continue with her business of the day.

I smile as I walk away and call one of my brothers to share in the amusement of the day.