One of my coworkers this morning was telling me about these great baby pumpkin things. And that he had brought some along. My response: I don’t trust you.
He kept going on about how great they were and how I should ask his bro-in-law about them and they were right there. So I walk over and look at this ‘baby pumpkin’. My response: That’s a pepper.
No no. It’s great. It’s a baby pumpkin. Try it. My response: Okay. I’ll try it.
So I bite it. My raction: Dude. This is a pepper. This leads into an argument about it being a pepper and how I know (i.e. It tastes like a pepper and it looks like a pepper). Finally the bro-in-law mentions that I might want to spit it out as it’s a habanero.
I had, indeed, kept half a habanero in my mouth while arguing about whether or not it was apper.
