
Shark
March 16, 2008At one time, the allure of this particular Irish pub was the shark in the fish tank. It circled, one sullen eye always on the patrons. Other fish stayed out of its way.
Only recently, I realized the shark was gone. Perhaps it demanded a pay raise, tired of serving as cheap entertainment. Perhaps, barring that, it bought itself a ticket to freer seas.
I’d like to believe that the shark is elsewhere and didn’t just die of boredom. But there are many other Irish pubs, so I suppose he could be swimming at one of them, instead.
But maybe the shark turned into a bar patron and is still fishing around looking for another bite?
Kären, that’s quite possible…