06.14.01
I like ketchup.
Ketchup is good.
Good like ranch dressing and dijon mustard.
But, not quite as good as greek peppers.
When I get fast food, I usually score some potato-based goodness with which to sate my hunger for fatty, carbohydrate-laden crap.
I also usually score some ketchup, with which to add tangy lycopene-enriched tomato-based goodness to the potato-based ick-enriched badness masquerading as goodness.
Like today at McDonald's drive thru, I ordered a number-two-no-cheese-coke-please*.
I paid exact change at the first window.
I drove to the second window.
I got my drink.
I asked for some ketchup for my fries.
I took the offered sack and drove away from the window.
I also said thank you somewhere in there a couple of times, to the proper people to which I should have said thank you.
I went home and couldn't find the food under the 23 ketchup packets.
23 ketchup packets.
More ketchup than fries.
More ketchup than all of the rest of the meal put together, including the coke.
I asked for some ketchup.
I got all of the ketchup.
*Cheeseburger value meal without cheese and a coke for the drink. It is about 50¢ cheaper than ordering two burgers, fries and a coke, even without the hypothetical cheese. Weird, that.
