Today's OneWord: Mustard

When I said I didn't want mustard, I got a burger that was practically smothered in it. Hell, I didn't even have to pick it up to see how much the stuff ran down the sides. The waiter was pretty indignant about it, even though the chef came out and tore him a new one because he had written "extra extra extra extra mustard" on the order. I don't know if the little brat got fired, but the replacement burger I got was pretty great. And to prove a point, I stabbed a random mustard bottle a few times with my fork.

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