ran into a ketchup nazi recently
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Having breakfast at a great little neighborhood restaurant in Sacramento.
My wife asked for ketchup for her country potatoes. In snotty, condescending fashion the waiter said "we don't offer ketchup. It wasn't so much that they didn't offer ketchup, it was how the waiter conveyed it to us.
My wife asked for ketchup for her country potatoes. In snotty, condescending fashion the waiter said "we don't offer ketchup. It wasn't so much that they didn't offer ketchup, it was how the waiter conveyed it to us.
