While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75-year-old lobsterman, whose hand was caught in the winch while lobstering, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Palin and her bid.

The old lobsterman said, “Well, ya know, Palin is a “Post Lobster.”

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a post lobster was.

The old lobsterman said, “When you’re driving away from the fish pier in town, you come across a fence post with a lobster balanced on top, that’s a “post lobster.”

The old lobsterman saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. “You know she didn’t get up by herself, she doesn’t belong up there, and she doesn’t know what to do while she’s up there, and you just wonder what kind of dummy put her up there to begin with.”


~ rewritten as a Maine story... came in my email today with a rancher describing a "post turtle" and as we bought lobsters for dinner, we started laughing again about the post turtle and decided to write it from a Maine perspective.

P.S. No animlas were harmed in the taking of this photograph -- afterall, we wanted to eat it later! She and her other 5 siblings were delicious!!!