Filthy Foot Chang the Shrimp

It's Columbus Day, where we celebrate a dumb guy who thought he was someplace, but was really someplace else. Days like this should be accompanied by heavy drinking, but instead, I chose to do some housework.
Go ahead, question my sanity.

I got to the point where I needed some food, but I hadn't showered or shaved since Sunday morning, and I looked like Andre Agassi on a 3-day binge. The only viable solution was the poorly named drive-thru. It's really more of a drive-by. If Billy Joel was using it, it may be a drive-thru, but he doesn't do his own cleaning.

The drive-by in question was the neighborhood Long John Silver's, which, beside being a cool porn actor name, is a good place to get some greasy fried fish. It is conjoined with Taco Bell, in a one-stop food extravaganza. Nothing hits the spot on a phony holiday like some greasy fried fish.

I decided, after ample self-debate, to go with the venerable "LJ8" selection. Two pieces of fish, 3 pieces of chicken and some other junk. And water. Gotta have water.

Generally, I don't look at receipts from fast-food joints. The less I have to deal with it, the better I feel. I don't eat the stuff much, and it's probably best for my cardio-vascular system to destroy as much evidence as possible. I'll lie to my doctor later. But, it's nice of them to give me a receipt, in case I have to prove that the bone that got lodged in my throat came from the LJS, store number 022267. I read that they have 1,200 units worldwide, so I have no idea where that number comes from.

While it would seem that $8.21 is a bit hefty a bill for lunch, it did satisfy my craving for the fried fish (and create a new one for the fried chicken), but upon closer inspection, the meal turned out to be a bargain.

Even though I didn't order them, the good folks at Long John's saw fit to include crumbs for free.

Shiver me timbers!

By the way, Filthy Foot Chang the Shrimp is my Pirate name, and not a cool porn actor name. Stop by the site and see what yours is, matey.