One of
my favorite things about not working in a cubicle is the fun stuff I get to do
out on the road. A couple of years ago,
after a trip to Maine I asked my sister-in-law what she would do if I sent her
a live lobster. She said she would give
it to my brother (her husband.) I asked
him what he would do with it and he told me he would hypnotize it. I wasn’t even sure what that meant.
For
months I’ve been saying I needed to get a load to Maine so I could send a
lobster to them. This past weekend it
finally happened. As soon as we got
empty, I directed my trainee to drive to the Turnpike Service Area where they
sell live lobsters you can buy and have shipped all over the country.
Thelma
and Louise will arrive in Indiana on the 28th.
No, I’m not so cheap that I would expect my brother and sister-in-law to
split a lobster tail; I sent two. I had
to call my brother to find out when would be a good time for him to receive
them because you have to cook them the day you get them. I learned that they take the lobsters out of
water and overnight ship them in dry ice, so when they arrive, they’re barely
still alive. Poor lobsters. I felt kind of bad, but I’d already paid so
they were going whether I liked the methods or not.
I did
ask my brother “how do you plan to hypnotize these lobsters?” His answer?
“I’m going to stand them on their heads… in a pot of boiling
water.” He’s a great cook, I’m almost
sad I’m going to miss this meal.