I shoved the mustard into my mouth, and it tasted horrible. My dad said that if I didn’t eat it, he would play the guitar. And if you don’t know, My dad is Horrible at guitar. It sounds like dying cockroaches, and someone scraping their finger down a chalkboard, and a person screaming at the same time. He is Extraordinarily bad at the violin though. I couldn’t eat mustard any more. “I give up”, I said. For the rest of the day, I was tortured by my dad attempting to play “Old McDonald”. It was the worst day of my life.