**Dave’s is killer! Use discretion. ***
Funny story from our plant.
Someone was using up all our personal bottles of hot sauce so I brought some DAVE’S and left it in the refrigerator. Everyone knew just how hot it really was and no one would touch it. Even the Mexican workers who tried it would throw their burritos in the trash after one bite. It was too hot even for them.
One day the new Shift supervisor went to get his lunch and noticed the bottle.
“Hm, someone brought something new!”
The other man set him up.
“Yeah, that’s good stuff, you aught to try it.”
As they prepared their lunches, the Supervisor sat down with my bottle of Dave’s, opened a bowl of rice pilaf, and proceeded to pour the sauce on like it was Tobasco, thick.
He did not notice the ENTIRE lunchroom had stopped what they were doing and were ALL watching him.
Then he took a bite...and knew he had been had!
Another incident. Some other worker was bragging about how he liked hot sauce so I broke out my bottle of Dave’s.
He said “I can handle that!” and proceeded to pour out an inch long strip on his index finger and before I could yell “Don’t do it!” he popped it into his mouth.
He sat there with a smile on his face, slowly turned RED, sweat began to pour off him but he never broke his smile even though tears were flowing down his cheeks.
Heh! Funny story about Dave’s. I kept a bottle in the fridge for sauces and chili. I would add a *little* bit for the kick. My wife, bless her, was unaware of its power, and knowing my fondness for the heat, thought she was doing me a favor one time by preparing my lunch (tuna salad sandwich) with a generous helping of it. At the office I took one bite and thought “Aaaah! What the...?!” Several glasses of water later, I had to throw the sandwich away, unfortunately. That night, she happily asked me “How was the sandwich?” I didn’t have the heart to tell her what I did with it, but suggested that next time, maybe lay off the Dave’s.