We didn't mean to be shellfish.
Maybe this is a good time for a nothing story.
For years we would visit Cape May on the coast. My favorite restaurant among many was Louisa's. It was as big as my living room, seating 16 and the specials rotated daily depending on what was caught or what was fresh. I ordered the mussels. They arrived along with a lovely bowl of clear dipping sauce. I was feeling a little haughty in such a fine establishment until the waitress came over and asked me if I knew I was dipping the mussels in a bowl that was meant to wash my fingers.
We were elbow to elbow but everyone pretended not to hear or notice. I must admit they did tastes better when I didn't rinse off the sauce.
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