Extraordinary in the Ordinary

Is it common knowledge about “select” oysters?  Is this something that everyone but me knew?  We were at Publix tonight, and I asked the guy in seafood if he had tried these and if they were good.

“They are select,” he said.

Oh. Ok. I wait.

Nothing.

So I ask what that means. They are the best he tells me. I thought local oysters were supposed to be the best. Last I checked we lived off of the Atlantic coast not the Pacific.  These say Pacific on them but yet farm grown.  I don’t understand. No, I did not say that out loud.  They scare me a little, and I wish to choose my battles more carefully than that.  Plus I try not to make people handling my food angry. For some reason I don’t think they like me very much back there.  I think they only like people who do what they say. I ask silly things of them like to get frozen seafood from the freezers so that it hasn’t been laying out on their counters thawing for however long. They will spend 20 minutes trying to convince me that I should take the seafood that is on the counter. Ok.  Maybe not 20 minutes, but it sure feels like it. I’m still adding that time to the already undetermined amount of thawing time before I got there. That is a worthy battle to me.

I’m not sure if this means anything, but I watched an expert on lie detection this week, and she said that when someone doesn’t answer a yes or no question with a yes or no, it could mean that they are lying. Maybe they are the best oysters, but I don’t think he has ever tried them or he would have said yes. He could be allergic to oysters for all I know. But I digress.

I bought them.  I will let you know how they taste after I cook them.    Have I  mentioned that I find the people in the seafood department at Publix iffy?  Lacking certain basic social skills? Even if I can get past the toothpick hanging out the corner of the mouth, the social skills are just not there. I think the characters in the movie Grumpy Old Men may have been based off of some of these guys. Ok.  I never saw that movie.  I am just assuming it is about men who are grumpy and old. But I’m not going to hold that against the oysters.

All that being said I REALLY do like Publix and shop there just to keep them in business. You don’t throw the baby out with the bath water. But, oh, if they could do something about those guys in the seafood department it would be practically perfect. Practically.