if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes.
While shopping at WalMart, because we desire only the finest, Rick and I decided to dine there as well... At Blimpies. Again because we eat so well, we do.
Two roast beef subs were made and decorated just the way we like. Or so we thought. I had asked for just the tiniest bit of mustard on my sandwich and the girl behind the counter must've heard something else. She thought I wanted the whole bottle on mine.
When I saw the yellow lake on my bread I told her that it was just too much. And, I swear to you, she used her finger to take it off.
I stood there frozen, watching, as she scraped the mustard off. Repeatedly.
It was nearly a week before my stomach would allow me to eat anything again.