Yesterday Becky and I stopped at a local Louisville east side establishment known for it's wings. I ordered some wings, hot with a side of whatever they call their version of "suicide" sauce. When the beer tender delivered the wings we got into a conversation about all things hot and he related the following event which occurred recently at another local east side Louisville sports bar/restaurant where he was the general manager.
The kitchen help, as can happen from time to time, enjoyed playing practical jokes on one another. One of their favorites was to take their co-workers soft drink glass and when they weren't looking rub the rim of the glass with the pure capsicum they used to "doctor up" their "suicide" sauce (we're talking a million scoville units here). After one such successful attack the perpetrator adjourned to the little boys room and having forgotten that he had rubbed the glass with his fingers, approached the urinal and took Mr. Happy in hand. Customers investigating the ear splitting scream that came from the mens room entered to find the perpetrator, wee-wee in hand, trying to wash the offending member in the sink with soap and water. Apparently this only spread the pain from the immediate area into a wider general area...somewhere slightly lower in the anatomy. After 15 minutes of waiting for the pain to subside, with the perpetrator crying like a little Sally the entire time, an ambulance was called an the subject was rushed to the emergency room. Once in the emergency room nurses provided some "special creme" for the subject to rub on his formerly happy place...Apparently the resulting numbness from this topical application was just the ticket and the subject was released with only some moderate blistering from the experience.
