Watch Out For Elevators

I got on the elevator after work today, and a woman got on from one of the sweatshop floors-- illegal sweatshops, as opposed to the legal sweatshop where I toil-- and she was carrying a brown paper bag with a woolen, brown and white, houndstooth jacket, its shape held aggressively by a hanger. It sat there like a newly slaughtered side of beef. It made me think of a headless torso, jiggling there in the bag, helplessly. It was the most terrifying sight I've ever seen.