Playing jokes is one thing, but you gotta be ready to receive them back, too.

Read what one Redditor’s friend gets when he overdoes his condiment comedy.

Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it!

Do you have any Grey Poupon?

Back in 2005, my best friend and I worked for this kids camp. It was a week-long stay kids camp.

We’d get campers on Mondays and have fun till Sunday.

I, at the time, was a counselor and so was my best friend. [We] had a few funny stories from working these summers, and of course, the darnest things kids will say when parents aren’t around.

I could fill a book with the stories, pranks, and fun days we had. (Me and my buddy had become fanatic experts in ultimate frisbee by our fifth year).

Sounds like this summer camp was filled with some good times!

Anyways…

So every other lunch would be an outdoor sack lunch. The lunches were made by a pretty cool guy, a chef who’d volunteered his hours.

He’d stand proudly by his food when it gets served. He had his wife as a sou. (a guy we’ll call “Barry”).

So my best friend is a wise-*** and a class clown type. And if he can get a jab in, he will.

During our first sack lunch day of the summer, he’d grab his lunch and then walk over to the chef to thank him.

But right before thanking the guy (for making his lunch), he’d walk up to the guy, then proceed to mime rolling down a window.

And then, in a fake English accent, He’d ask, “Do you have any Grey Poupon?” (With his hand extended like the commercial.)

Well, I’m sure that was a funny moment.

Five sack lunches of this same act later, the chef becomes gradually ticked.

The “It was fine the first time, but now you’re just a horse’s ***”

Cue the malicious compliance.

The chef prepared a special bag to which he wrote “Mr. Grey Poupon” on the label.

FIVE times? No wonder the chef responded.

My best friend is in line with his kids grabbing lunch bags and sees the special labeled bag.

He grabs it with surprise. Inside was the normal sandwich, chips, cookie, milk, snack crackers, and…….30 packets of Grey Poupon.

For the full summer, my friend got a similar bagged lunch with just as many Grey Poupon packets.

I love how this chef won’t quit.

My friend started asking the chef to hold back, as he didn’t need that many each time, but the chef kept putting two dozen or more inside his bag.

Now, cue some more malicious compliance

On the last week of kids, my friend goes to get his lunch bag. The “Mr. Grey Poupon” labeled bag was filled to the brim [with] mainly Grey Poupon mustard packets.

The bag must have weighed a pound, maybe two, like someone had dumped a case in the bag. As my best friend grabbed his bag, the chef said, “Support it from the bottom.”

I think we are all living for The Battle of Grey Poupon over here.

Days later, with a chuckle, I asked the chef, “What gives with the giant bag of Mustard packets?”

The chef replies, “had to finish the crate somehow.”

Brilliant reasoning, Chef.

On my buddy’s last day, he went to his mailbox cubby. Lo and behold in his mailbox, cubby was one last surprise, a full gallon of Grey Poupon mustard as a gift.

When I asked the chef secretly some days later, he admitted, “I had to blow the surplus budget on something, right?”

Money well spent?

Let’s find out what Reddit has to say about this Grey Pou-problem.

One Redditor expected the ante to be upped.

Another reader stated their opinion on Grey Poupon.

Other readers had never experienced Grey Poupon and wanted to know its mustard ranking.

Finally, a commenter said what we were all thinking.

This chef met joke with joke.

This camp counselor will never forget his Grey Poupon from here on out.

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