Back when subway was popular, I would jokingly tell the workers to try and kill me with jalapenos. One time they took it seriously and II had an inch thick layer across the whole sandwich. I was tickled pink, though pickled jalapenos kind of stink, and my coworkers about died.
Truth. The one time i went with pickup instead of delivery for indian food, i swear my food from then on was suddenly more mild. I really like the heat :/
NGL, getting profiled as a tender tongue is pretty fucking annoying. The only thing worse than no spice is mild spice.
My go-to has been to tell the waiter, “If you make it so spicy I can’t eat it, I’ll double your tip.” It’s a dangerous game, but it often pays off.
Back when subway was popular, I would jokingly tell the workers to try and kill me with jalapenos. One time they took it seriously and II had an inch thick layer across the whole sandwich. I was tickled pink, though pickled jalapenos kind of stink, and my coworkers about died.
Truth. The one time i went with pickup instead of delivery for indian food, i swear my food from then on was suddenly more mild. I really like the heat :/
And joking about it rubs a very small pinch of salt on the wound…
Mmm. Spice.
Yep.
Incredible phase
The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.