Sandwich woman: 'A bear ate my lobster roll'
SANDWICH — There’s an old saying that promises, “good things happen to those who wait.”
Unless you’re Lobin Frizzell, and you’re waiting until you get home to enjoy that lobster roll you grabbed for dinner.
And then you find out a bear has beaten you to the punch, leaving nothing behind but a few greasy paw prints and fries.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” said Frizzell. “Don’t wait to enjoy your dinner. It’s like a homework excuse — a bear ate my lobster roll. Do you know how lucky that bear is? I doubt he eats lobster every day.”