Do Not Make Eye Contact

When we were in Connecticut this weekend we visited a favorite restaurant of Chad's the USS Chowderpot. This was our second time going there and the food is really good. This is an old school restaurant, all nautical, with netting, lanterns,etc. Chad loves it and wants his house to look beachy someday. He makes me smile. We waited for about 40 minutes to be seated and then sat at the front of the dining room right next to a huge lobster tank. They are not there for decoration, they are there for dinner. Every time I would look over one or two of them would be climbing on top of some of their friends and clawing, well trying to claw with their little banded claws, at the side of the tank. All I could imagine is the lobsters who had been hanging around in there longer saying (in a New England accent) "Mabel, it won't do any good and all you are doing is drawing attention to yourself and you don't want to 'draw' anything right now, especially butter!" I cannot imagine walking over to the tank and picking one out for dinner! It made me anxious and sad. Every once in a while a waitress, who I am sure is only doing her job, would open this secret room behind the tank and take one out of the tank with a net, weigh it and then, Gulp, you know, take it to some steamer somewhere that all the rest of the lobsters left in the tank know they are one net grab away from. It was very traumatic for me. As I get older and thanks to Disney and Pixar I think everything is real. All this weird stuff plays out in my mind. It's very exhausting. My advice, do not, I repeat, do not make eye contact with any lobster in a tank, it's very disturbing.