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	<title>Comments on: Burrito Sabotage</title>
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		<title>By: Dave Hughes</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Hughes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 11:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Reminds me of something that happened at work a long, long time ago.
 
Way back in the 80's, Houston was a mecca for prople from more northerly climes to move down there, get jobs in the oilfield services biz, and escape the frozen tundra of Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, etc. At that time, not too many northerners were all that fanmiliar yet with hot sauces, or other chile products. There was this one guy from Ohio, very obnoxious, who would always walk past your desk, grab a handful of your chips, peanuts, whatever, without even asking (bad form here in the South!). SO one day, I had a bag of tortilla chips and a bowl of Jimenez red Jalapeno sauce. This sauce was not wimped-down with vinegar, or anything, It consisted of red ripe Jalapenos, Salt, and Lime juice, along with the usual preservatives. Not all that hot to me, a lifelong chilehead, but to a Ohio boy with little experience in hot stuff...
 
Anyway, he traipsed by my desk, grabbed a chip, scooped up a large heap of this sauce, popped it into his mouth without missing a step. But he only got a bout two more steps down the aisle before he stopped dead in his tracks, and hollered, " Oh, my God!!!! This stuff is HOT!!!!"  
Needless to say, he never snatched food off my desk again!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reminds me of something that happened at work a long, long time ago.</p>
<p>Way back in the 80&#8217;s, Houston was a mecca for prople from more northerly climes to move down there, get jobs in the oilfield services biz, and escape the frozen tundra of Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, etc. At that time, not too many northerners were all that fanmiliar yet with hot sauces, or other chile products. There was this one guy from Ohio, very obnoxious, who would always walk past your desk, grab a handful of your chips, peanuts, whatever, without even asking (bad form here in the South!). SO one day, I had a bag of tortilla chips and a bowl of Jimenez red Jalapeno sauce. This sauce was not wimped-down with vinegar, or anything, It consisted of red ripe Jalapenos, Salt, and Lime juice, along with the usual preservatives. Not all that hot to me, a lifelong chilehead, but to a Ohio boy with little experience in hot stuff&#8230;</p>
<p>Anyway, he traipsed by my desk, grabbed a chip, scooped up a large heap of this sauce, popped it into his mouth without missing a step. But he only got a bout two more steps down the aisle before he stopped dead in his tracks, and hollered, &#8221; Oh, my God!!!! This stuff is HOT!!!!&#8221;<br />
Needless to say, he never snatched food off my desk again!</p>
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