15 thoughts on “Valentine #4”

  3. I thought it was a clever sign for a restaurant and then saw … no. They mean actual crabs, live, as pets.

    Probably a joke, but you never know when it comes to people who sell crabs. Different, not much trouble to take care of, and landlords take them — or at least never think to ask if you have any crabs before you sign the lease.

    1. I can’t imagine having a pet crab, but then again, I can’t imagine having a pet iguana, though lots of folks do.

      1. My predecessors in a house I rented in Palo Alto in the early 70s had two iguanas. One of them climbed into the back of their hot oven/broiler and when the people opened the oven to take out the chicken they freaked because at first they thought the chicken had turned green, and then, even worse, realized that it was Iggy (or whoever) minus half his burned-off tail. One of the iguanas also got outside once and the people were looking for it around our courtyard and one of our neighbors, an elderly Russian named Boris no less B’s wife was Nadine, not Natasha), was helping to look for an animal he had never heard of. He was doing some sort of Russian version of kitty kitty kitty around the palm tree and then suddenly the iguana shot out and greatly surprised old Boris…

  9. As I am in the business of sexually transmitted disease surveillance and control, I have a special thing for Valentine’s Day.

    Last night I decided to venture out to the liquor store and grab some beers… when I get to the counter I give the owner (who knows how deranged I am) a nod and a wave, and while I wish him a happy V.D. He doesn’t skip a beat, and our conversation quickly (and loudly) turns to the epidemiology of syphilis. The looks on the faces of everyone else in the store were priceless.

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