It was a hot sunday afternoon. I woke up

It was a hot sunday afternoon. I woke up from my nap and looked at my clock. I was startled because it seemed to be moving backwards. I looked around the room. Everything else

gnivom sdrawkcab lla dnuora em! I deppihw tuo siht dleif lanruoj dna yldeirruh nageb gnikam seton. Ylerus ereht saw a lacigol noitanalpxe rof eht eritne dlrow gnivom ni esrever tub

gnikrow ni esrever thgim ekam sgniht evom drawrof. I nageb gnikat eno pets drawrof, owt spets kcab, dna hcae emit I deppets drawrof, eht ria delppir ekil na elbisivni ecrof dleif

I deyilaer taht dredrom dah tsac a emit lasrever lleps dna lla ym sthguoht devom sdrawkcab ni emit. yb gnikat eno llams pets drawkcab gnisu ym leseid klawnoom stoob I koot a tnaig

was what the lobster was saying to me through the tank. No one else in the restaurant heard it. How could I pick my live lobster when it was talking to me. I did not speak crustace

but I knew what I heard. I ordered a salad and the lobster winked at me. My date thought I was deranged because I kept staring at the lobster tank. A small child leaned on the

top thinking there was glass there and fell into the lobster mob who made swift work of his internal organs. Obviously the parents complained to the manager, but my winking lobster

promised that nothing of the kind would happen to me. My Aunt Valetta warned me about winking lobsters, though. "Never trust a winking lobster," she used to say.I never returned to

the optometrist recommended by Aunt Valetta. With my new optometrist I asked about winking lobsters and he said a winking lobster had run off with his wife. Aunt Valetta was right.