It's okay to feel a little bit sentimental about your favorite type of sauce. I, for one, am a ketchup guy through and through, you won't catch me far away from a little red bottle that's packed with that sweet tomato-y goodness. Sure, the actual contents of ketchup are probably like 80% sugar, 19% vinegar, and 1% ketchup but that's not something that bothers me in the slightest. I'll eat ketchup on anything and am happy for the disgusted reactions that my creations sometimes evoke.
So, in this way, I can feel for the mustard guy just a little bit. There's nothing worse than having to choke down a dry french fry or sandwich just because whoever is in charge of inventory forgot to order the sauce again. At the same time, despite my affiliation for drowning my sorrows and food in sauce, I can't say that I've ever taken my displeasure as far as mustard guy does here.
This story was told by the server who had the pleasure of serving mustard guy and posted to Reddit's r/talesfromyourserver subreddit. Keep reading for the story and reactions.
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