I was out getting groceries today, and standing in line behind me was this attractive young couple. They had just popped in to pick up some ingredients for a fabulous cozy dinner for two. Some healthy choices and a couple of fresh lobsters.
The lobsters were packaged in a bag and apparently still live and squirming about. The guy was talking to the girl in this squeaky little voice that sounded remarkably what I would imagine lobsters could sound like if they spoke english. He had this poor girl in stitches laughing herself silly in the line up. Eventually the whole line up was smiling and adding their two cents worth of a lobster conversation. The one restless lobster was bargaining for his life, one minute it was suggested he would be a great pet, then he could be a great substitution for the pool boy, and finally he would walk the dog. The line was not unreasonably long, but I have a suspicion that the cashier was listening more to the group stand up routine and maybe was moving a little slower to prolong the banter.
As I drove away from the parking lot, more goofy lobster conversations went through my head and I was chuckling all the way home. I bet every one else in the line up was too. What a great way to end a cold blustery Sunday evening.
Don't forget to check your Compass!
Cole
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