The Aged, Ancient and Wise Ketchup:
An innocuous bottle of Heinz Ketchup rested peacefully in a small nook, almost an imperceptible part of one of the side-trays of our refrigerator. For how long was it back there? No one can be sure.
So one weekend, tired and hoping to avoid a trip to the store, I cooked up a few hot dogs, had a fresh bag of buns, but then the cold reality hit me... we had no condiments!
Or so I thought, until, following a scavenger hunt through the fridge, I discovered the old, worn ketchup bottle. I took it out, examined it for an expiration date, but if there ever was one, it had long worn off. I figured I'd give it a chance. When I opened the decrepit bottle, a thin stream of pure liquid shot out; slightly tainted in red. The hot dog was ruined. But did I give up; heck no. I ate it, and about half an hour later, my stomach certainly disagreed, but hey, who's to let an expired bottle of ketchup get in the way of lunch?