“Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?”
I was stopped at a light, impatient for it to change so I could be on my way. And here was this joker, driving a small Honda, asking in all earnestness if I had any fancy French mustard to spare. I didn’t have time for this.
“Sure”, I replied. “Do you want the Classic or the Country variety?”
The driver looked surprised. “You have both?”
“Fuck yeah. I’m an elegant guy. Plenty to spare.”
“I’d like the…”
Thankfully the light changed. I raced off before I had to listen any more nonsense.
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