ahlexka:

Does it even need to be asked?

“Yes Please, Everything.”

This means one thing, and one thing only.

[fucking] ketchup does not replace the tomato on a fucking hot dog.

Come on, Super Sub. If I’m going to live this close to you, we are going to have to learn to get along. You have been good to me so far, so please don’t let me down again.

This is Chicago, Come on.

Note: I am rarely pissed. Ever. Notable things that piss me off: Ketchup coming in contact with a hot dog bun.

Getting pissed off about wrong orders runs in the family. When I lived with Alex’s brother, he once spent 15 hilarious minutes on the phone screaming at the manager of Eat a Pita for putting mayo on his Reuben instead of Thousand Island dressing.

But I agree with Alex, there is no excuse for ketchup on a hot dog.