Only fifty percent of female lobsters are capable of producing eggs, her voice cheery, upbeat. We mark those ones and throw them back. They’re too valuable to eat. The female lobsters that aren’t capable of reproducing are the ones that end up on your dinner plate. They serve no other purpose. How did the passengers react to that? She didn’t remember now. Filtered through the lens of a childless, recently separated thirty-nine-year-old woman, it felt aggressive. Mean. It was a wonder no one had ever told her to go fuck herself.
