One night my family and I went out for dinner to Red Lobster, one of my favourite places to eat. I wasn’t very hungry so I just ordered the clam chowder soup but my sister got the big plate of snow crab legs with buttery garlic mash potatoes and jumbo coconut shrimp. It looked unbelievably delicious and mouth watering. I was so determined to have some of her crab but she hates sharing with me so I wasn’t able to snatch a piece without making a scene. She likes cracking the crab and getting all the meat out before eating it. She had cracked them all but one before she had to go to the bathroom and she clearly stated that I must not touch her food and informed mom to keep a watch on me. It was my chance I thought to myself and my mother was in a deep conversation with my brother. I snuck a fork full of the crab meat drenched it in butter and prepared my self for the savouring, comforting taste that melts in your mouth. My mom caught a glimpse of my and raised her voice saying that my sister had better not find out. She came back to the table and thankfully didn’t notice. My clam chowder was not satisfying at all; it was chewy and not very warm. I would kill to have another bit of that crab. I risked it the split second my sister was digging through her purse, I quickly grabbed a small piece and dipped it in the butter. Before I could bring it to my mouth she saw me and tried to grab my hand, but the fork slipped and the buttery crab went all down my new blouse. I was furious and I wanted my mom to get mad at her but all she said was you deserved it and that I should’ve listened.