things move around

This morning, on my way to work, I noticed that more people than usual were carrying floral bouquets. I went in the direction from which the bouquets came, and lo I saw an array of bouquets on the sidewalk, outside a newly-opened supermarket, with excited office-workers clustering about like hornets. I thrust some people aside, grabbed a heavy bouquet from the dwindling pile, and bore it home in triumph. But what if, I wondered, the bouquets had not been meant for giving away, but simply on display, when one transgressive passer-by had taken one brazenly, and been aped by another, and then others had come, honest people like me who assumed the bouquets were going free, and within minutes, in a sudden craze, every bouquet had been liberated? The thought gave me a frisson, that I might have unknowingly looted my bouquet.