Bought a salad kit that contained chipotle ranch dressing. No biggie. I can handle that. But something had gone wrong. I don’t know what happened in the processing plant, but it had the fire of a thousand suns in it, hidden in a tiny section of dressing. Imagine my surprise when I’d eaten half the salad then set my mouth on fire. I jumped up from the chair, drank water from the tap, danced around, ate some crackers, and finally resigned myself to my fate.
I couldn’t finish lunch. The salad had betrayed my trust.