The salty and fishy smell in the air starts to get to your head after a full, or even partial, day at the beach. So it’s only natural to crave (and appropriate to an almost cliche level) to crave fish and chips when you’re near an ocean. The problem is,

Going out to dinner with a big group is always fun, until the check comes. Then, it turns into a cluster fuck of confusion while people try to figure out how much they owe, how much they should tip, etc. And then you get pissed when you have to pay