Ah! My wife and I used to go to a LJS in Manhattan (kitty corner to Penn Station) I got chicken planks because I hate fish! I don’t remember “crumbles.”
Turrosh Mak,I love how our minds when to the same place. My local LJS closed maybe 5 years ago and I miss it so. I had the opportunity to eat it again a couple of months ago and it was just as good as I remember it.
Are they in the backseat because someone has convinced you that small children should not ride in the front (you’ve shown both Selkie and Heather riding in the front seat before), or is it simply to forestall the argument (why does SHE get to ride up front and I have to be in the back?!?)?
I never understood the ‘no small kids in the front seat’ thing. Is it a car-crash issue? Or just a ‘press all da buttons!’ problem? Because the latter can be fixed just by firm control and clearly set boundaries.
Although, under 6 years of age, absolutely back seat. At that young control is nigh impossible.
It’s an issue with airbags– they’re made for someone adult sized, and kids being shorter, an airbag can hit them wrong and cause serious injuries and even death.
It’s to avoid the argument, but you are correct that my placing of Selkie in the front seat is not adviseable in a real world context. I mostly do it for framing purposes.
Yeah, it looks like the general recommendation is 4â 9â for front-seat-airbag-safety, and presumably Selkie and crew are shorter than that at this point.
Although, I believe some modern vehicles will automatically disable the airbags if there is a small person in the passenger seat; I donât know what official recommendations are regarding this, but presumably if the airbag is off itâs at least as safe as the back seat, maybe more since youâre less likely to hit your head on the seats in front of you.
Fun fact, my wife is only just barely tall enough to sit in the front seat. Our previous vehicle disabled the airbag at least half the time she was in the passenger seat because she was right on the border of what the sensor would detect as a full-sized human.
I regret to admit that I have never eaten at Long John Silver’s before. (i don’t think there are any in Canada that I know of.) Reading this comic kinda makes me want to go to one and eat some crumblies.
No, no, no, you cannot sit in front until you tell me the password.
Is the password “Swordfish?”
No, Amanda changed it.
Well, what IS the password?
I don’t know, Amanda changed it, and didn’t tell me.
We didnât have a LJS, so my family’s childhood crappy-fast-fish restaurant was Skippers. There hasnât been one in the state since the â90s, but apparently the chain does still exist in some form.
It was an ironic choice of restaurants given that we live right next to the ocean and there surely must have been exponentially better seafood options available. They didnât have stuffed parrots, though.
I do still pine for their coleslaw. Man do I remember that stuff being addictive.
Having someone to devour your leftovers with glee is a good basis for a long lasting friendship.
Especially if it works both ways, as it seems to be the case here.
Mmmmmm, crumblies.
The only LJS in my area closed over 20 years ago. It’s been a long time since I’ve had crumblies.
You aren’t missing much. At least at my local LJS, they (intentionally) barely put any crumbles in the boxes anymore.
When I began to notice that trend, I looked at the menu. Sure enough – you can buy boxes of crumbles. They know what the peoples want.
What are crumblies?
Pieces of just deep fried breading that usually covers the fish/chicken/whatever. Fried breading drippings đ
So they’re hush puppies?
Ah! My wife and I used to go to a LJS in Manhattan (kitty corner to Penn Station) I got chicken planks because I hate fish! I don’t remember “crumbles.”
Turrosh Mak,I love how our minds when to the same place. My local LJS closed maybe 5 years ago and I miss it so. I had the opportunity to eat it again a couple of months ago and it was just as good as I remember it.
Todd is such good peoples he really is.
Are they in the backseat because someone has convinced you that small children should not ride in the front (you’ve shown both Selkie and Heather riding in the front seat before), or is it simply to forestall the argument (why does SHE get to ride up front and I have to be in the back?!?)?
My money’s on the latter.
I never understood the ‘no small kids in the front seat’ thing. Is it a car-crash issue? Or just a ‘press all da buttons!’ problem? Because the latter can be fixed just by firm control and clearly set boundaries.
Although, under 6 years of age, absolutely back seat. At that young control is nigh impossible.
It’s an issue with airbags– they’re made for someone adult sized, and kids being shorter, an airbag can hit them wrong and cause serious injuries and even death.
It’s to avoid the argument, but you are correct that my placing of Selkie in the front seat is not adviseable in a real world context. I mostly do it for framing purposes.
Yeah, it looks like the general recommendation is 4â 9â for front-seat-airbag-safety, and presumably Selkie and crew are shorter than that at this point.
Although, I believe some modern vehicles will automatically disable the airbags if there is a small person in the passenger seat; I donât know what official recommendations are regarding this, but presumably if the airbag is off itâs at least as safe as the back seat, maybe more since youâre less likely to hit your head on the seats in front of you.
Fun fact, my wife is only just barely tall enough to sit in the front seat. Our previous vehicle disabled the airbag at least half the time she was in the passenger seat because she was right on the border of what the sensor would detect as a full-sized human.
Air bag sensors are weight dependent. A tall, light person will disable it.
Happens to my husband every time I drive.
I regret to admit that I have never eaten at Long John Silver’s before. (i don’t think there are any in Canada that I know of.) Reading this comic kinda makes me want to go to one and eat some crumblies.
No, no, no, you cannot sit in front until you tell me the password.
Is the password “Swordfish?”
No, Amanda changed it.
Well, what IS the password?
I don’t know, Amanda changed it, and didn’t tell me.
Amanda is either talking about breading, which is odd to say the least, or Hush Puppies, which is the most understandable thing ever.
No, she’s talking crumblies, which are thicker than the breading but not like the cornmeal batter.
We didnât have a LJS, so my family’s childhood crappy-fast-fish restaurant was Skippers. There hasnât been one in the state since the â90s, but apparently the chain does still exist in some form.
It was an ironic choice of restaurants given that we live right next to the ocean and there surely must have been exponentially better seafood options available. They didnât have stuffed parrots, though.
I do still pine for their coleslaw. Man do I remember that stuff being addictive.
I don’t get it, at all. I’ve tried LJS several times and it’s always been gross garbage. Same with Popeyes.
Having someone to devour your leftovers with glee is a good basis for a long lasting friendship.
Especially if it works both ways, as it seems to be the case here.