The EBT fraud investigation that took place yesterday is too little, too late. How screwed up was the call today from the seafood shop owner who was accosted by the lady who wanted her EBT card lobsters cooked? For some silly reason, when I envisioned EBT purchases, the picture in my mind was of the necessities. Bread, milk, chicken. I wish I had known about the Lobster Newburg before I made the mistake of getting a job.