Okay, yesterday was Sunday, so I went to the Vera Cruz Fish House. They have the most fantastical scallop, except they give you like 5 cups of fucking carrots to go along with it. Anyways, after I was done, I went to check on the large fish tank in the back, the only tank with an eel in it. I looked around for it, and I finally found it in the back of the tank, stuck between a rock and a hard place. It was dead. I rushed to the counter where there was only one man on duty. I explained to him the eel was dead, and he needed to take it out and bury it or throw it away. He laughed in my face. I swear to god, I was about to slap his face off, but I calmed myself down enough to tell him how rude he was. He asked me to leave, so I did. I plan on coming back later to talk with someone else about the eel. It looked rotten too, it was turning colors and shit. Oh yeah, and I had a lucid dream, but that's for another thread.