Mayonnaise Versus Mustard

I really thought I’d never see him again. If I had known I would have seen him again I probably wouldn’t have talked to him, not drawn attention to myself.

All it was one of those stupid things you do because you were so ‘in the moment’. You didn’t want to let it go, and opportunities pass you by. And unfortunately, he was just one of those, an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up.

It all started at the concert. I didn’t even plan to meet him that night. I planned on going to see my favorite band, Flash Clash, and then go to a party with my friends. Why the night didn’t go that way is beyond me.

I met him at the food stand. And let me be the first to tell you, it wasn’t the most romantic or even inspirational meeting ever. I was mixing my ketchup with my mustard to make the delicious tarty taste on my fries when he looked over at me from where he was spreading mayo, mayo, over his fries and goes, “That looks fucking gross.”

Oh, and you’re one to talk.

So that’s exactly what I told him. In which he assumed it was his position to tell me exactly how good mayonnaise was on fries. Seriously, you would think he would actually stop and listen to himself.

In the end he called me a prissy slut and I called him an aggravating manwhore and we went our separate ways, but not after he squirted mayo on my hand and I, accidentally of course, spilled some mustard on his elbow.

And that’s how that went. Besides the fact he ruined my evening. No, I didn’t see him again at the concert, but he ruined my evening. I could even smell the mayo after I had washed it off.

I was disgusted.

So disgusted I didn’t even go to the after party my friend was hosting.

But at work the next day, I waited for the Pepsi guy to come. Someone had to fill these shelves with soda, and it might as well be me, considering the fact I work at Chubby Hogs Gas Station/Refreshment center. And we were out of Pepsi. This was a problem.

I waited out back for the truck to come for ten minutes, eventually giving up and going back inside to help Trish man the counter.

Eventually it did came and the usual guy came out, “Sorry bout the delay ladies. Where do you want the soda?”

Trish rolled her eyes, “Same place as always, Frank.”

He coughed a bit and handed me the form I had to sign saying I received the multiple cases of teeth-rotting soda. After I handed it back to him, Frank waved outside where the workers brought in the cases inside and put in the back.

Since they didn’t need supervision, I told Trish I would take my fifteen minute break now and went to go buy myself some Chubby Hog’s fries from the restaurant area. Hey? What can I say? They’re really good.

I brought them back to the counter where I could talk to Trish but there was someone waiting there for me.

“I thought I recognized you.”

“My god.”

Trish looked at me, “And I’ll go and refill that Pepsi. Bye now.” Then she hissed at me, “Be nice.”

His blond hair looked kind of out of place with his tan and bright blue Pepsi jacket. His green eyes looked like they were laughing at me.

Whatever his name reached out and took a fry. I frowned a bit but kept on eating.

“So I just wanted to tell you,” He started, leaning against the counter so his elbows were on it, his hands touching mine, “that you ruined my evening. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and that god awful mustard and ketchup.”

I glared a bit, how dare he insult the greatest thing ever, “And you ruined mine as well. Who puts mayo on their fries?!”

“I do. Anyway, the mental picture of you in my brain bugged me till I tried it, and when I did guess what?”

I was tired of this story, “What?!”

“It was sweet and sour just like you.” Then he kissed me. Just a small peck on the cheek. But still you know, it was pretty gutsy of him since he was supposed to be unloading soda and his co workers were throwing empty cans at him telling him to hurry up.

“The name’s Logan by the way.” The said boy stated stepping away from the counter, hands in his pockets.

“Sara.”

“Well then, I’ll see you soon, Sara.”

And like I said at the beginning I did see him again. And again. And again. At 3 o’clock in Chubby Hogs. It was a date.

Disclamer: I do not own Pepsi

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