THEN I remembered this. On Tuesday nights, the restaurant at which I’m currently employed does a sort of seafood…night…thing. A raw bar, if you will, except the only “raw” items are oysters on the half shell (vomit. vomit for days.). One of the most popular dishes is the sauteed mussels (little chewed up gum bits, seasoned with garlic, complete with their former ocean floor houses). Occasionally, other sea creatures hitch a ride, getting, amongst other things, a one way ticket to a pan in our kitchen. Here we have two little teeny starfish (I’m not scared of these. I could squash them.) that were found inside a mussel shell. I walked over to the table, and the older, married couple were staring at the mussels with smiles on their faces, talking and pointing. As soon as I walked up, I could see the now-sauteed pirates. The customers weren’t mad or disgusted that little starfish had popped up during their dinner…they were just sort of amazed. And so was I, really.

THEN I remembered this. On Tuesday nights, the restaurant at which I’m currently employed does a sort of seafood…night…thing. A raw bar, if you will, except the only “raw” items are oysters on the half shell (vomit. vomit for days.). One of the most popular dishes is the sauteed mussels (little chewed up gum bits, seasoned with garlic, complete with their former ocean floor houses). Occasionally, other sea creatures hitch a ride, getting, amongst other things, a one way ticket to a pan in our kitchen. Here we have two little teeny starfish (I’m not scared of these. I could squash them.) that were found inside a mussel shell.

I walked over to the table, and the older, married couple were staring at the mussels with smiles on their faces, talking and pointing. As soon as I walked up, I could see the now-sauteed pirates. The customers weren’t mad or disgusted that little starfish had popped up during their dinner…they were just sort of amazed. And so was I, really.

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