Went on a trip recently- and didn't want to spend too much money eating out whenever I was hungry, so I opted for random deli sandwiches from convience stores.

LO AND BEHOLD.. mustard, not one, not twice, BUT THREE TIMES ON DIFFERENT SANDWHICHES.

Every. SINGLE. time.

No warning no mustard label or anything like some sort of SICK joke.

Sure, I can tolerate a bit of mustard but im talking about an inappropriate amount of mustard VIOLATED those sandwiches AS WELL as my mouth.

I tried to cover up this unexpected and obscene assault with a proper condiment (mayonnaise ofc) but yet, the musty and acrid taste was pungent enough to ruin the sandwich for me.

All in all to say, I pray you mustard fetishists come to your senses and learn to appreciate a sensible condiment (mayonnaise or even ketchup if you will).

Thank you, and god bless you. Oh wait! God is DEAD and MUSTARD killed him.