*** John had never enjoyed such fine preparation of seafood as he did on his trip to New Orleans. At the suggestion of a waiter, he finally tasted crawfish for the first time in his life. Of course, he was a little embarrassed when he didn’t know how to tackle the little critters. The waiter merely smiled and told him, “You just pinch the tail and suck the head.” When he got back, he stopped for groceries. Not thinking about the words emblazoned on his shirt paying tribute to his new seafood delight, a young man approached him. “Nice shirt,” he said. “You do it often?” “Not around here, but in New Orleans it was almost every night.” “Lucky you!” John noticed that the young man was gently stroking the cucumber he was holding. “I don’t do it often, but I sure would like to do it with you. I think it would be hot!” Suddenly a light went off in John’s head. He had only laughed about the shirt he was wearing. It never dawned on him that it could mean something else, and now here he was getting propositioned by a stranger in a supermarket. “I’m sorry,” he said. “When I said it was almost every night in New Orleans, I was talking about eating crawfish. I’m afraid you misunderstood me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude or anything like that. It’s just not my bag.” “That’s okay, but the offer still stands.”