Lunching Out

I am not the most adventerous person in the world as you know, but sometimes I'm willing to try new things. Went to East Coast Subs today with Stacie and all was going well. We pulled into our parking space and went to pay the meter and noticed we still had 32 minutes left. Cool huh. The poor guy next to us had just gotten a ticket, but I didn't feel too bad, especially since the car was Mercedes. Ha, ha, too bad, jackass. Anyway, I ordered an BLT with Mayo. Now, it wasn't like the BLT automatically comes with mayo as the women who took my order specifically asked me if I would like Mayo on the sandwhich and I said, "Yes, I would like a little bit of Mayo, thank you for asking." She then wrote it on the order form, handed me my cup for my drink and asked me to sign the receipt. So, then can someone tell me who in the world eats MUSTARD on a BLT sandwhich??? Does Mayo translate to Mustard in Spanish? Because when I got my sandwhich it had, not a little mayo, but a TON of mustard! What the H-E double toothpick? It's a good thing this did not happen on a Tuesday. It would have just added to the wretchedness of a Tuesday. Nope, it's Wednesday. I was calm, puzzled, but calm, as I went to the front counter and asked for a side of mayo. Next time I go there I will be sure to either 1. order something else or 2. Say no to Mayo. It's a life lesson, I guess. ;-)