So I buy a packet of 40 Birds Eye Fish Fingers. I've been buying them for years and I love them.
I get home, and there's only 38 in the box! This has destroyed my faith in humanity. I trusted Birds Eye Fish Fingers. Of all the processed, boxed up, minced up, messed up frozen food - this was the one brand, the one box - that I would hang my hat on and say "There's 40 in that box son, as sure as the Pope is Catholic - and each and every one of them is a God-fearing, trustworthy, law abiding fish finger."
What is this world coming to, when the rot has set in so deeply, that it has reached the Fish Finger??
Ray: Course, there's four fish sticks. There's supposed to be eight fish sticks.
Charlie: Eight? (cuts them in half) There's eight.