2:27 a.m. Over the Weekend

I cross the street to a crowd gathered in front of a neighborhood watering hole. I see a woman thrashing around on her stomach on the sidewalk wearing a light gray, polyester shark suit.

“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.