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Over 30 years ago I worked a job where we had a 30 minute break in the morining, 30 for lunch and 30 in the afternoon. There were 12 people aged 22-62 working shift making good money but a very eclectic bunch. We had a new guy about a year out of Mexico that was a pepper fanatic. I a midwestern homecooked homeboy didn't know much about peppers. This guy was always bragging about how hot his pepper were. I never gave it a thought because I had never eaten hot peppers and didn't care. This guy was always bringing pepper for lunch and mixing them with everything. I thought it was stange, stupid, whatever. So on and on it went about how great his latest crop was. WHATEVER. Then one day at lunch I go into the break room and this guy had already gotten my usual DrPepper and even opened it for me, that should have been a clue. I must have been the last one in the break room because eveyone was kind of looking at me as I sipped on my drink and ate my usual peanut butter and honey samich or whatever it was I ate 33 years ago. Anyway my lips started burning liked I'd kissed a branding iron, and sweat broke out on my forehead. I was looking arond like WTF, and everyone is kind of grinning. This joker had split one of his peppers and rubbed it on the opening of the bottle. I thought my lips would burn off. He started laughing and everyone else did too, me the 22 year old nube had broken into the world of heated peppers. Living in Texas our family loves them, the hotter the better.
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