It was okay. Better than the Mambo sauce, I guess, but not as good as my beloved Hot Mustard. I asked for three but only ate one.
A few days later, a little girl came into my work snacking on McDonald's before her tennis lesson.
"Do you want to try their new sauce?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said.
So I went out to my car and got it for her. She loved it.
"Where did you get that sauce?" her mom asked her.
"From Justin."
"I keep fast food condiments in my car to give to 9-year-old girls," I explained. "Is that weird?"
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