LOBSTER LONELINESS

How much would it SUCK to be a lobster? Or a fish?  Think about it.  One of you gets plucked out of the ocean, thrown into a tank on top of all your friends, and then boiled alive. The other gets hooked through the LIP (would you want a hook pierced through your lip?) then ripped out of the ocean, slammed on to a deck, and left to die from lack of oxygen.

That would suck ASS. People suck. I hate people.

I was in the supermarket check out line and the guy in front of me had a deli bag in his hand and he was swinging it back and forth, bopping it with his hand like he was playing drums, and then he tossed it on the scanner belt. I looked at the bag and realized there were lobsters in it. My heart sunk to my knees. The sorrow I felt in my heart was deep and intense. How disoriented and confused the lobsters must be... my emotions overcame me and I started to cry. The guy with the lobsters thought I was kidding and he started to laugh, which made me cry harder. Then I stopped crying. I couldn't speak. The man seemed affected by my silence. Everyone in the check-out line was quiet. It was an uncomfortable moment. I'm sure it was the queerest thing they'd seen in a long long time. Then, the lobster man did something I NEVER IMAGINED he would do. He told me he was sorry he made me cry. Then he took the bag gently off of the scanner belt and told the checkout clerk he was taking the lobsters back to the deli. I couldn't believe it. 


People don't suck all of the time.