Dinner with Bob

My friend called me today: "I'm bringing a friend for you for dinner". Now I know more than you know about this right now - so it sounds mysterious. "The waiter?" I confused her with that remark. "I went to the restauarant at the airport today", she said. "I know", I replied.

Here's the story: My friend had been visiting family in Maine. She was at the Logan (Boston) Airport, went to Legal Seafoods and brought home "Bob" (and a couple of his friends) for dinner. Bob was a live Maine lobster. Yup, my new friend, Bob, qualified for frequent flyer miles.

But alas he won't be flying anywhere again. We ate him.