Went out with the old man and got fish and chips from the nostalgia chippy in the rich burb. Wasnt paying attention and the white guy had to prompt me again if I wanted my flathead battered or crumbed, like any normal deep fry technician would bother giving me that option. I suppose it was going for an upmarket eatery because they charged $30 for two small fillets and $5 worth of chips. The guy had tatts on his forearms that looked like the pencil case of the ADHD kid in high school. Fukn inflation sucks and Social Anxiety sucks. Never talking to anyone outside ever again. Chips were good and the tartatre sauce had horse raddish in it. Need to get my own deep fryer, free myself from fast food slavery.