How would you like to go to jail because you couldn’t tell which one of the above dipping sauces was mayo with barbecuse sauce, and which was mustard with barbecue sauce?
I almost got my head in the KCPD lockup Sunday night because my wife and I couldn’t tell the difference between the two sauces.
Then again, the foods staff person “helping” us couldn’t tell the difference either. But she still cursed at me, threw aspersions at me for having red hair, and called the police on me because of it. Thank you Worlds of Fun.
Fortunately, police hate the paperwork associated with locking someone up, so they, not Foods Services, tried to deescalate the situation.
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