COUNTER INCIDENT

Pleased with herself,
she deftly dropped the earrings into her bag.

As she heads towards the exit,
I anticipate mayhem.

Bells and whistles clanging, chirping,
retail-Dicks reading rights.

Nothing.

About as exciting
as my Wonton soup.

She escapes onto 6th Avenue
via the M2 bus.

My wrist watch did not stop,
nor did it revert to counter-clockwise.

The earth did not move beneath me.

What moral or ethical question
was begged or answered?

None.

And that was that.

An incident recorded as an entry
on an inventory spread sheet.

©TPuma/MMXII