Condiments

Still at lunch, same group. Me, Mom, Austin, Friend Y & Friend X.

If I haven't mentioned it before, I don't like condiments. I get a lot of flack for this. Like when people find out I'm allergic to coffee; therefore, I don't drink it. A lot of people act like I'm a blue wombat with tusks growing out of my forehead. 

We were going through the self-serve bar, pulling napkins, flatware, condiments. Friend X was grabbing stacks for everyone and then putting it in the center of the table for anyone who wanted them.

Me, feeling awful about the excessive condiment packets that we're not going to use and how wasteful we're being, to Friend X: You may not know this, but I don't like condiments. 

Austin: Yeah, she doesn't put ketchup or mustard on hotdogs.

Me: Hotdogs are bologna cylinders and are disgusting all by themselves.

Austin: She doesn't like mayonnaise, so no potato salad.

Friend Y: I don't like potato salad either.

Austin: Yeah, but she doesn't like ketchup on French fries.

Friend Y: I don't like condiments either.

Me: I love you!