Is there no greater tragedy than being served a basket of fries adorned with a teeny-tiny ramekin of ketchup? As if the dining establishment is saying, "We know you. We know you double dip. We have to protect our profit margin. YOU SHALL NOT HAVE MORE THAN YOUR FAIR SHARE YOU CONDIMENT-SUCKING PIG!"

Seems like you have some feelings about condiment portioning

you’re gonna gently edge those fries into this minimum amount of ketchup or else you’re gonna suffer the salty, dry consequences

When that happens, before the server even leaves the table: "Oh awesome, thanks! Before you go - can I get two more of these ketchups and one of mayo please? Thanks! 😘" May as well save em a trip, right?