One day, several years ago, I went over to my favorite hot dog/ sausage place, the little stand in front of Canadian Tire in Dundas. I got an Italian sausage with fried onions, which I piled with sauerkraut, mustard, catsup, pickles and hot peppers. My wife had given me hell for eating this kind of stuff in general and for doing it in my car on the Canadian Tire parking lot. She forced me to go to a nearby park and look at nature while eating my sausage.
Hearing her recent words echoing in my ear, I put the food down, put the diet coke in the little cup holder and drove towards the park. At first stop sign the whole package tipped over, and I had lunch spilled over into the center console and on to the floor as well.
With great effort I pulled over, dug out my food, wiped the mustard from my pants where the stain remained, and put this magnificent sculptural lunch back together again.
It was no longer pretty, but when I reached the park I hungrily ate it, listened to the radio and communed with nature. I had 3 napkins and a wash and dry with me, thankfully, so I was able to clean up myself and the car, dump the trash, wipe the sauerkraut off of my clothing and go back to work.
Happy to hear the stain on your pants was mustard. Barb
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