Lately the diner I get cheeseburgers from sometimes in Brooklyn has taken to giving me at least eight or so packets of ketchup. This makes even less sense to me due to the fact I usually get curly fries which already have taste to them and thus in my mind need no condiments to accompany them. So yeah, piling up at home and going to work. Which is funny because I get excess napkins from delis when I’m at work and I bring those home.