2:27 a.m. Over the Weekend
“Why is there a woman dressed like a shark on the ground?” I ask the bar’s owner, who is standing to my left.
[Muffled drunken laughter with explanation that makes no sense.]
Woman lifts herself up partway off the concrete.
“Why are you dressed like a shark?” I ask her.
“I went to a Dress Like Your Favorite Holiday party tonight. And my favorite holiday is ‘Shark Day.’”
“Oh,” I say. “OK.”
So I had another whiskey.
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