W110 and Broadway - Lobsters

I was chatting with my fishmonger when I noticed he got a brand new lobster tank. "Nice tank," I said. "If only I can afford the lobsters in them."

"I hate lobsters," he responded.

A few decades back, my fishmonger worked security in Florida. He had the night shift which ended at 5 or 6 in the morning. He worked right on the beach so he kept his scuba gear in his locker. After work, he would change out of his uniform into his scuba gear and walk right into the water. Having done this so many times, he knew the reef like the back of his hand. He went about picking lobsters from their favorite hiding places. He would emerge from the water an hour later with a dozen lobsters in his bag and head home to make breakfast that somehow incorporated lobster in it for his wife followed by lobster for dinner later that evening. The remaining lobsters he gave away. What he couldn't give away, he cooked and froze. This went on for years. Lobster omelets. Lobster salads. Lobster soups. Lobsters steamed, grilled, boiled, baked, roasted, broiled...

"I can't stand the stuff anymore."