My brother-in-law, Roger, used to eat a lot of chili
peppers when I was a kid. Although I don’t remember doing so, I apparently used
to bug him fairly regularly to give me one, even though I had no idea what a
chili pepper was. It just seemed that he enjoyed noshing on them so much.
One day, Roger gave in to my--no doubt adorable--entreaties.
He fished around in his bag of dried peppers to find just the right one for me,
a nice big yellow one. He insisted, of course, that I needed to eat the whole
thing at once rather than taking a small bite.
I listened.
I regretted.
I remained a little scared of Roger for a long many
years after that. I did learn an important lesson, however, never ask anyone
again for a bite of anything they seem to be enjoying.
Be careful what you ask for. You might just get it.
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