A man in full scuba gear is swimming around a hotel looking for the hiding octopus (look over under that table).  This is now what the locals call the seaweed hotel and apparently, before the flood, it used to be a fish market. 

The man’s harpoon rings.  “Hello?”  “Nope, wrong number.”

He hangs up and absentmindedly puts a coin into a cigarette machine when he actually meant to buy an orange juice.

“I’m getting old and I kind of like it.”