Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

So, my sister and I are apparently both OCD.

Last night, we were in Long John Silver’s getting some dinner — our original choice of Fuddrucker’s (insert “zany” business name here) was poor because Fuddrucker’s is bloody expensive now. I was sitting on one side of the booth and she was sitting on the other. For whatever reason, I was organizing the packets of tartar sauce she got with her meal into a row. She was complaining about how none of the napkins were in order while she tried to put them into a neat, little stack. As soon as she said that, we both looked up at each other and laughed.

I mean, come on. That’s genuinely funny.