Halloween is Over
I waited at the crosswalk, dressed as a giant ketchup bottle, with the many other Halloweeners making my way from BART to Castro Street. On the opposite side of the street stood a lone mustard bottle. I saw him, he saw me, and when the light when green we ran into the middle of the street, embraced, and jumped around in circles because only fate could bring two condiments as special as us together for one special moment.