I hate seafood– especially this seafood. I was sitting on a stone wall enjoying the view of the ocean with my little brother as we waited for my other brother to bring us back lunch. Prior to this, he had told my brother and me that he was just going to run across the street to get us some hot dogs at Five Guys. We had waited all afternoon for these hotdogs. They were much anticipated for. However, to my disgust, he brought back these. First of all, he said he would only be gone a minute. A minute turned out to be twenty, the same number, in dollars, that he spent on these few oysters. What a ripoff. Second of all, gross. I don't even like seafood. Not only did I have to continue walking around the Old Port with an empty stomach and a disappointed face, but I also had to carry around the everlasting stench of the oysters.
