i'm at this cafe place in santa fe....where i live....god i don't know if i'll get used to saying that. i feel like a visitor, and sort of like it that way.
anyway i'm in this cafe...i have in front me a plate of french fries and they came w/ some sort cilantro runny hippy sauce in a little cup. no no...i want ketchup. the condiment of my people. so i saunter up to the counter all friendly like, say " do you have any good ol' fashioned ketchup?"
he smiles says "yes we do...."
-great!-
"...it'll be 75 cents for ketchup."
in all seriousness he says this.
i stare at him.
i look over my shoulder at my fries...lonely lonely fries...
and i cough up 75 cents.
he disappears into the back for what seemed like forever and returns w/ a tiny little cup w/ about a tablespoon of ketchup.
i felt taken....i felt a little dizzy....confused...head whirling w/ countless memories of diner after diner after working class fucking diner where the GODDAMN KETCHUP BOTTLE sat on the table w/ the salt, pepper, sugar packets and napkin dispenser.
what planet am i on people?
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That is totally fucked up. Like vitiation department fucked up.
WHO THE FUCK CHARGES YOU FOR KETCHUP!!!
We had this discussion at work.
Big corporate McEateries dole out free condiments.
Mom/Pop places can't afford to do this.
At least not anymore.
Welcome to Morning in America.
sigh.
yeah, i can see what your saying...but this place is a hardly a mom/pop...its a middle upper end ayurvedic chai house...w/ 3 locations in 2 cities. arg....but maybe thats the plan....go pocket some ketchup at the burger king down the road THEN order fries w/ my chai tea at the foofy cafe (the chai is the best...which is what lures me there)
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