There are many little joys in life but recently I’ve found a strange but thrilling new one that I thought I’d share.
Don’t give me that look. You heard what I said correctly. Collecting extra ketchup packets from whenever I’m out and about at fast food places. Just pop ‘em in the glove box so that when that unexpected day when you’re ordering fries and the worker forgets your ketchup and you can’t just walk back inside like a sane gent and get some more ‘cause that’s just crazy talk.
Just picture it:
>What’s that heavenly noise coming from the glove box?
>MOTHER FUCKIN’ EMERGENCY KETCHUPS
They just saved your damn life, man. You owe them one. And the next time you’re chomping on fries with your friends, the deliciously unhealthy food in front of you wont be the part of the meal that you enjoy the most. It’s the bright and thrilling feeling of looking down to see two extra ketchup packets that you can save for later.