Fridays in Lent
Mar. 23rd, 2007 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damontI usually end up with a fish sandwich for lunch on Lenten Fridays, such as today. While eating lunch today, I was reminded of something that happened back in high school.
Allentown is close enough to Philadelphia to make school field trips to the latter feasible. One March during high school, the Franklin Institute had a new exhibit that we went on a field trip to see. The Institute, at that time, had a McDonalds attached to serve the fast-food cravings of their patrons. We went on a Friday, and discovered that quite a few of the Catholic high schools in Philadelphia had had the same idea.
Nobody, it seems, bothered to warn the McDonalds management. By 11:30 that morning, the hordes of Catholic high school students had completely devoided the McD's of all traces of Filet-O-Fish sandwiches; I think maybe three high schools worth actually got fish, and the other dozen or so schools were pretty much S.O.L. Word got back to those of us heading up for lunch about 12 noon that they were out. Luckily, most Catholic high school field trips have at least one priest along doing chaperone duty; those high schoolers still in line were swiftly granted a dispensation by the priest that had come along with them. It *still* felt weird to be eating burgers on a Lenten Friday, though.
Allentown is close enough to Philadelphia to make school field trips to the latter feasible. One March during high school, the Franklin Institute had a new exhibit that we went on a field trip to see. The Institute, at that time, had a McDonalds attached to serve the fast-food cravings of their patrons. We went on a Friday, and discovered that quite a few of the Catholic high schools in Philadelphia had had the same idea.
Nobody, it seems, bothered to warn the McDonalds management. By 11:30 that morning, the hordes of Catholic high school students had completely devoided the McD's of all traces of Filet-O-Fish sandwiches; I think maybe three high schools worth actually got fish, and the other dozen or so schools were pretty much S.O.L. Word got back to those of us heading up for lunch about 12 noon that they were out. Luckily, most Catholic high school field trips have at least one priest along doing chaperone duty; those high schoolers still in line were swiftly granted a dispensation by the priest that had come along with them. It *still* felt weird to be eating burgers on a Lenten Friday, though.
