A Fair Squirt

Strolled out to the bustling street corner where an old stainless steel hot dog cart was serving up steam. The silver counter had a yellow plastic mustard bottle sitting crooked, its nozzle plugged with dry crust. Good street grub deserves proper flow. I climbed onto the cart's lower diamond-plate runner, set my boots flat, and got both heavy hands around the squishy plastic tube. Gave it one sharp, calibrated heave. The stubborn plug gave way with a clean pop, leaving a neat, glossy bead of yellow mustard perched right at the tip. I gave the yellow bottle a solid pat and let out an honest grunt. Ready for action. #BenGrimm(TheThing)