I saw this taser story a couple of years ago, floating around the internet. Funny as hell...but Sheepstar...IT WAS WRITTEN BY A CANADIAN!! LOL, so much for "Yankee stooopidity."
My wife works for the local PD. The cops do the "test" every now and then on each other. It's then that they admit that being a cop is really a job for stupid people.
(Sorry Matt...that's what
they say.)
I once gave some habanero powder to a friend (my physician...eek) who is east Indian. We share a passion for cooking. As he was relatively new to the country, I warned him about the potential for the powder to kill an ox. I even wrote on the package I gave him, "FIRE. BEWARE!" So what did he do? He said to himself, "What does a stooopid Yankee know about hot spices. I was raised on INDIAN hot spices!" (Cultural arrogance always will getcha in the end.) He proceeded to liberally pour the powder over his fried potatoes that weekend (as though he were salting them). He took one bite and HOLY HINDU, Batman, he thought he caught a bunson burner to the chops. He figured that he must have gotten one bite that was particularly heavy with the powder...and so he foolishly took another bite. "OH NO!!! I'M DYING!!!" LOLOLOL, he thought he was going to pass out. His room started spinning around, his entire body was on fire, his stomach hurt like he'd swallowed hellfire. He rushed to the fridge and grabbed a quart of milk (good for squelching hot-oily burning) and drank it ALL. That didn't help. He desparately looked for something else. "YOGURT!" He ate a pint of yogurt to no avail. The room spinning speed increased. Bread!? Anything. He called his wife downstairs to help him.
They both calmed down as the embers in his gut eventually burned out. What did he do next? He called me, got me out of bed early on a saturday, and demanded an explanation. Instead of a normal greeting (hello) his first comment was, "I wouldn't do that to an enemy!" HUH? Who is this? Then he explained what happened AND I ALMOST DIED LAUGHING! We have been good friends since.
As a postscript to this story, I had just bought a PDR (big medical drug reference book). The box it came in was just a perfect fit for a
fire extinguisher. Heh heh.
I bought an extinguisher and mailed it to him in the PDR box with a little note. "Keep this at hand for the next time you are drugged by a wimpy American spice."
Happy Holidays, everyone.