The Mustard Incident

The incident took place Friday night at 8:50 pm, Zahed was sitting next to me on the bench. The efforts from earlier in the day were showing fruition, bowls and bowls of meat were arriving to the table. Steaks, Hot Dogs, Burgers, and all forms of meat, we had every condiment ready and many of us were starving.

Zahed was sitting to my right when the burgers arrived, everything seemed normal and some of us were reaching for the buns. Each person was choosing his condiment, some were waiting for others. Zahed picked up the mustard bottle, and I was holding the ketchup bottle. Everything seemed normal but Zahed wasn’t getting any results. I turn to grab something else then a sudden burst of air and I felt something smear me. My right side was covered in Mustard and so was my dishdasha, but that was nothing in comparison to Zahed, if he jumped in a pool of mustard it wouldn’t have covered him as much. He was covered from head to toe in mustard, and we were all bursting out laughing, I still don’t know how that happened, and I don’t care. It was funny as hell, he cleaned up but we continued to enjoy the excellent food and great music. Perfect night for a bbq and a mustard explosion.