Adult Mustard Costume
We were mustard.."At the utterance of these words, our lives flashed before us (all eight years!), the wind seemed to grow stronger and more erratic, as our preconceived notions about what it meant to be human whipped around our little noggins like the leaves in the wind around us. We felt at once excited and nervous, the former stemming from a desire to be with our people, the latter because, well, how does one ask about sauce preferences outside of an Arby's? Once, when we were but wee little condiment packets (children), we had one of those transformative, coming-of-age realizations, one of those fleeting mere moments in which life changes at the drop of a hat, the sight of an image, the turn of a phrase.