I was at the fishmonger across the street from the bay Sunday to buy scallops. Place is busy. Woman about 35, wholesome-looking face, extra-big ummm rack in a halter top, walks in, female customers keep talking, not a male voice could be heard ... like THAT, the instant we caught a glimpse. Then the place returned to normal. A few minutes later, she lifts up the glass covering the oysters and clams and starts photographing them. I said, "Excuse me, are you taking photos of the shellfish?" She very pleasantly said that she had moved to Michigan a while ago and was sending them photos of the seafood "just to tease them." Perfect setup line, but then I am a married middle-aged man and she seemed really nice. And then I understood where the idiom must have originated before Shakespeare immortalized it ... the world is her oyster.