I stopped so hard I lurched, the burrito I had just bought almost launching out of my hands.
An organ grinder stood in the square. His monkey danced listlessly.
“Does he do tricks?” I asked.
“I tried to teach him to fetch,” the monkey said. “But every time I let him off the leash, he ran away. Like an asshole.”
It was a good line, especially for a monkey. I patted my pockets.
“You want half my burrito?” I asked.
The organ grinder darted forward, grabbed my burrito. Kept running.
“Told you,” the monkey said, reaching for a pack of cigarettes.