…and I did a similar thing to that when I was a kid.
They’d just opened a Long John Silver’s Seafood Shoppe in my hometown, and I’d just gotten my driver’s license, so Mom was in the habit of sending me out on errands.
One early evening, she sent me into town to buy a big family pack of LJS’s fried fish fillets - something like nine pieces of fish, hush puppies (not the shoes), and a big load of the fried crispy bits.
It was just the three of us, so that worked out to three pieces each. As soon as I got back out to the car, I thought, “These really are best right out of the fryer…I’m just gonna eat my first one now.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
At the first stoplight: “I really don’t want lukewarm fish when I get home…and a couple of hush puppies.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
At the last stop sign heading out of town: “Well, I ate my first two, may as well eat my last one.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
First turning off the state route: “There’s no way Mom will ever eat three pieces of fish.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
Up over the hill: “…and she’s always watching her weight, so I think I’d be doing her a favor eating her second one, remove the temptation.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
Turning onto our road: “Dad’s not going to want that much grease and he doesn’t even like hush puppies…I think.”
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
By the time I’d gotten home, I think there was one piece of fish left. I was quick to point out they could all have my share of the hush puppies and crispy bits. That didn’t go over well.
Lesson I learned that day…yes, you can get an ass-whipping from your dad, even if you are 16…WORTH IT!!!