I always run out of Tapatio. I never write it on my grocery list or think twice about walking down the condiments aisle. I make trips to the grocery store, liquor store, gas station, what have you, for the sole purpose of purchasing Tapatio because somehow I never anticipate when I’ll be craving it next or say “hmm… running low on Tapatio, better pick some up next time I’m at the store.” It’s just always supposed to be in the fridge. It’s not like when you make a sandwich and check to make sure you have bread. When I’m making a late night quesadilla or Ramen, I expect that the Tapatio will be there, half-full (because I’m an optimist) like always, so when I go to open the fridge and it’s not there there but with about two drops left, I don’t even want my snack anymore because it’s too late to go to the grocery store and I didn’t make this particular Tapatio friendly-food because I’m craving that, I made it because I’m craving Tapatio! I eat my snack anyway but I pout and I slouch and I do not laugh at the funny parts of whatever show I’m watching. Stupid show. Stupid, plain non-spicy snack.
August 2, 2011
It Never Fails . . .
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