Another Lobster Story

I reckon I ought to set this story up a little before I begins. Around here you can't hardly find a cafe or restaurant what don't sell catfish. They even raise them on what they calls catfish farms. But Lobster. To get lobster a fellow would have to drive a hundred miles and know something about what a lobster are.  Now a person what don't have no ideas about lobsters ain't stupid. As I said before he's just ignorant. I'll bet there are peoples in Maine what don't know much about catfish. Well the story. Hamstead Wheelhouse are a drug salesman. So he ain't no way what you can call stupid. In fact he's a little on the witty side always coming out with cute comments. Like when the waitress asked him after his meal if he want coffee and he said, "No, thank you, ma'am, I'm a Baptist." Hamstead and three of his friends went to a meeting in New Orleans a few years ago and ate at one of them fancy restaurants they got down there. One friend orders a dozen fried oysters, the next wanted a dozen grilled shrimps, and the third asked for a dozen scallops. Hamstead had been thinking over the menu what were cloth covered and the size of his brief case. He decided and asked the waiter to bring him a dozen of them lobsters. Now some thinks Hamstead were just using his wit, but he told me direct he were just plain ignorant about them strange creatures.