Apr 17, 2008, 04:18 PM
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Back in high school, my iron stomach was pretty well-known. I wouldn't eat non-food items because that's just foolish but I'd eat most anything else as long as I was being paid.
The most popular game was to line up little cups of the cafeteria's "hot" sauce. I thought the stuff was quite weak but I soon realized I was in the minority there. So, the rule was, if you produced a cup of hot sauce, you had to put a quarter in front of it. I'd then down it like a shot of whiskey. Easy-peasy for me, and on a good day, I'd come out of the lunchroom with an extra $5.
After a couple weeks, I became increasingly suspicious that the jocks, who never liked me, were contaminating the hot sauce, so I stipulated that if you produced a quarter, I'd walk over to the dispenser and get it myself, downing it on the spot. That went over for another week until I heard a rumor that the jocks in the previous lunch period were messing with the sauce before I got there.
So I had to stop the racket for fear of catching mono or something. But it wasn't too bad.
Eight years later, I got a job selling refurbished appliances. God, I'll never be able to wash that stink off. I quit after only one week.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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