Your fish was telling everyone its life story, Morning Market

You were walking through the Morning Market at 7.15 holding a plastic bag with a live fish in it, and the fish was clearly telling everyone its life story. I was two steps behind with a baguette. At the corner you turned and said, he is not happy. I said, no, he is not. You said, supper. We went in opposite directions. I have thought about that fish every morning at 7.15 and I have not eaten fish since. You did not ask me to stop. I stopped anyway.