The Experiences of Steven

Just Mustard

A trip to White Castle today reminded me of a time long ago, when it was my custom to bring this delicacy back to my lovely bride every Sunday morning. I always ordered the same thing, and my only challenge was remembering to ask for mustard (for her).

This particular run came after another in which I had forgotten this most important condiment. I was determined not to forget again. Now when I go to this particular restaurant I always make a point of purchasing a large coffee. I find their coffee particular appealing (in the morning when it is fresh that is.) So there I am, my turn at the drive thru window. "Ask for mustard, ask for mustard, ask for mustard," I told myself again and again. That's when it happened.

"Do you want any cream or sugar for your coffee?" asked the girl in the window.

She looked rather confused when I replied, "No, just mustard."