As I sat here just now eating my tacos heaped with sliced jalapeno, I thought of an incident from when I was a much younger man, far less knowledgeable about the ways of our world.
I'd been cooking dinner, something spicy. Later, I went to the bathroom and shortly thereafter was smitten with a searing, near-debilitating pain of the most personal sort. In something of a panic, I raced through possible causes, racking my brain for an explanation.* But I'd been a good boy, innocent of the sort of indiscretions that typically lead to such a quandary. Oh, the misery!
Only after plunging into an ice-cold bath, as the pain dissipated and my mind cleared, did the answer become obvious. Oh... the jalapenos.
I wash my hands very thoroughly after my taco lunches.
* Sarah was also very interested in hearing an explanation.