today, i had an order for an italian omelette (capicola ham, peppers, onions, mushrooms & provolone cheese), egg whites, split in two, sub lettuce for homefries. the other order on the dupe was for blueberry pancakes.
"the normal eater," i thought to myself as i started separating egg whites from yolks...
when the food went out, my hostess came back a minute later and asked "where's the mustard?"
"what for?"
"the lady wants them for her pancakes."
***thud***
i apologize, but that is desecration and prohibitive measures should have been in place. alas, they were not. my hands were tied.
i begrudgingly handed over the french's.
it's not about me, it's not about me, it's not about me...
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