Robbie was a bit of a bigmouth. He reckoned he could eat Mexican food as hot as they could make it.
“They can chuck in as many jalapenos as they want,” said Robbie. “It would be like eating ice cream.”
His friends made a bet with him.
“Bet you can’t.”
“Bet I can.”
“Bet you can’t.”
“Bet I can.”
Off they went to the Mexican restaurant and ordered it hot.
“The hottest you’ve got,” said Robbie. “As hot as hell. And my friends will have a dish of it too. Make theirs as hot as hell as well.”
The waiter brought out a dish each. The really hot stuff. Robbie took one mouthful and gasped. He burned his mouth. It was too hot. He drank water. That was the wrong thing to do.
In the meantime, his friends all gulped down their plates of hot Mexican.
“It’s like eating ice cream, you wuss,” they said.
Robbie couldn’t believe it. And he didn’t know that the restaurant manager was the uncle of one of his friends.