“Who puts anything but ketchup on a hotdog?!” Is a phrase I’ve said many times throughout my life. I’m 23, turned about 2 months ago. And had nothing but ketchup on my hot dogs because what else is there?? Nothing that’s what. But, recently, I had this feeling. Almost like I was missing out. But I couldn’t possibly be.. right? Fine. Fine, I’ll try mustard…. Ew. I put ketchup on one half of the hot dog.. and a little bit of mustard on the other half. It was… okay. Not my cup of tea. I don’t think I’d try that again. Then a few months later.. it happened. I grabbed a hot dog. Went to grab the ketchup, I mean it was right there. But I didn’t. I grabbed the god damn mustard!! I didn’t know what was wrong me. But I don’t care. I slathered mustard all on there. Surly it would stop there? Right? No, it didn’t. In fact it got worse. I cut up some pickles, and put it all on there. Straight up...