Easter Sunday in San Antonio. I am rejoicing after returning from Mexico with a new lease of US visa life, having not found any wives in the US yet. Before I sit on a bus to Austin for six hours, I must eat something. Perhaps I’ll treat myself to a celebratory steak or a twelve pack of quails’ eggs or… Oh. It’s Burger King or Popeye’s. I know all fast food sucks, but I’d never had a Popeye’s experience, and I was curious about the shrimp. It was like eating cardboard. There must be more nutrition in the packaging. How disappointing.