So, for dinner we had hamburgers and French fries, and we always use a lot of ketchup.
Especially me, since I dip my burger in ketchup rather than putting it on it for my bun to soak it all up.

So, I got just about the rest of the ketchup in the bottle, and my stepbrother, who has always claimed to hate ketchup, decided that he finally liked it.

My mom sent me to get another can of it (we buy most of our condiments in bulk since there's a lot of us). There weren't anymore cans of ketchup, and she accused me of not looking hard enough.

My stepdad then said that I had to give whoever found another can of ketchup $20. My siblings went to look for another can, but there wasn't one.

Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!