" The boy liked to look at the lobsters in the tank, claws banded, wallowing in a pile in the murky water. They stopped to watch the animals tumbling over each other and knocking against the glass.
The grocery store is a locus of oppression, she thought, as she wheeled onward, past an old lady who worked at the store and cooked fish-fillet samples in an electric skillet at a small lecturn. "

― Rachel Yoder , Nightbitch