I am punishing myself by continuing to take a certain fast food shop. I have decided that I really, really, really don't like mustard. I knew that a long time ago. I can't make changes to my order to get rid of it. I thought I would never get tired of the food at this place but I am really, really, really tired of it, too. At my most frequent location, the manager has started greeting me when he walks by. I'm not sure he greets everyone else, including people I know must be regulars. The last time I went to one, I spilled the condiments all over myself and my purse. So today I took a towel since I seem to need a bib these days. If I could just order sides, I would be fine, but I have to order the entree that I am so tired of. It is time for a change. I do it for the money now. Years ago, I loved their food, but I never accepted mustard. I need to get that money some place else.