I was going to my girlfriend's house after work and it was really late. After the day I had just had, I didn't feel like cooking anything but I still wanted something that could warm my belly. So, I stopped at McDonald's and got a small fry. Luckily, this wasn't one of those McDonald's that was open all night, but only served like 5 things. You could get whatever you wanted off the menu.
So, after getting my fries I quickly drove to my girlfriend's house. I was probably doing like 15 mph over the speed limit, but my reason for speeding was valid. Who wants to eat cold french fries? Not, I said this guy.
In record time, I was at the table about to eat when I realized I hadn't grabbed any ketchup. Fries need ketchup like Taylor Swift needs ex-boyfriends to write songs about. This would be the first time I used her ketchup and honestly, I had no idea where she kept. I scanned the fridge about four times before my eyes caught the glimpse of the word, Heinz. Bingo.
Heinz 57. You can't do much better than that when it comes to ketchup. Oh, and she is super classy. she didn't have one of those plastic bottles. She had the glass bottle.
Now armed with ketchup, I went back to my seat and shook out a little bit. Like I said, it wasn't my ketchup so I wasn't just going to shake it all on to my plate.
I ate everything then was starting to put away the ketchup and my pop when my girlfriend came downstairs and asked what I was up to.
"Just putting away your ketchup," I said.
She looked at me kind of weird for about a moment then said, "Um.... that's not my ketchup."What did she mean it wasn't... I looked at the label on the bottle. It said, Heinz...ha..oh, wait. There was no 57 after the Heinz. Instead what followed the Heinz was the word Original Cocktail.
Yep, not ketchup.
So, what did I learn tonight? One. If you aren't familiar with your girlfriend's refrigerator, ask the guy in the drive thru for ketchup. Two. Cocktail sauce doesn't taste all that bad on french fries.
