Suddenly, the interior of the bag erupted in chaos as the new owner of Paul's gym bag fled down the street.
After a few moments, the turmoil ceased, but by that point, I had gotten hopelessly jumbled among the contents of the bag. I could feel a steady rumble through the walls of the bag. I guessed that the bag, along with me, had been placed in a car. Where would I end up?
I didn't have to wait long. After a brief car ride, I felt the jolting from someone carrying the bag again. Then, the motion stopped.
I heard loud cursing. "Fucking moron doesn't have but thirty-three dollars in his wallet. Maybe he has something worth something in his bag."
After a few moments, the turmoil ceased, but by that point, I had gotten hopelessly jumbled among the contents of the bag. I could feel a steady rumble through the walls of the bag. I guessed that the bag, along with me, had been placed in a car. Where would I end up?
I didn't have to wait long. After a brief car ride, I felt the jolting from someone carrying the bag again. Then, the motion stopped.
I heard loud cursing. "Fucking moron doesn't have but thirty-three dollars in his wallet. Maybe he has something worth something in his bag."