Honest to goodness, the last time I was in a Shakey's Pizza was on the south side of South Bend, Indiana around 1980. I was drunk, on the floor in the restroom, my head literally stuck under a toilet, with a voice in nice black leather shoes standing on the other side of the divider yelling at my friends to either drag me out of there or he was going to call the cops. Every time I tried to lift my head, I heard the bonk of porcelain on one side of my skull followed shortly thereafter by the bonk of tile flooring on the other side of my skull.
Bonk bonk.
Bonk bonk.
Bonk bonk.
And I was laughing away while that manager yelled at my friends.
Bonk bonk. I just couldn't get out of there.
Ahh, the good old days.
(what an idiot)