A story...

So I've recently become aware that a lot of our actions as human beings are predetermined by our prejudices and preconceptions. That even the most ill-conceived notions, if kept unchecked, can force us to make terrible decisions that can keep us from leading truly fulfilling lives. I discovered this first hand the other day while at the local sandwich shop. The woman at the counter asked me, as she always does, if I wanted the works. I responded as I normally do that I wanted NO tomatoes, onions, or mustard. I took my sandwich, sat down to eat, and was treated to what can only be described as a tastegasm. I immediately opened the sandwich to find that the woman who prepared it had accidentally put mustard on it. You see I've spent my whole life telling people "no mustard," because I truly felt I hated it. I'm sure it started sometime during my childhood, but the point is I've spent my whole life hating this condiment for no reason and now all I feel is regret for so may sandwiches wasted. It makes me wonder what other condiments I've missed, maybe mayonnaise isn't that bad, maybe a little onion wouldn't hurt. But I'll be DAMNED before I put tomatoes on my sandwich! I hate them so much!

Thank you mustard, for opening my eyes...

Epilogue

After eating the greatest sandwich ever I returned to the counter to compliment the chef on her mistake, but she was nowhere to be seen. I asked around, and no one seemed to know who she was. As I went to leave the manager came running out of the back room, grabbed me by the arm, and told me that he knew who she was. It was his wife, she loved mustard. She couldn't eat a sandwich without it. But then as tears began rolling down his cheeks he told me she had died one year ago on this very day in a freak mustard accident...

OK that part didn't happen but the rest is still true... sort of...