This will be a case of “TMI,” but I HAVE TO tell someone.

I was heading to the Men’s Room when I saw that someone had brought to work a big ol’ pot of chicken pozole!

You KNOW how much I LOVE POZOLE.

I asked if I could help myself to some pozole for lunch, and everyone said, “SURE, ‘Mister Amazing!’ You KNOW how much WE LOVE YOU! Help yourself.”

So I DID!

I helped myself to a big bowl of delicious, lovely chicken pozole that someone’s Mexican Grandma had made for everyone at work!

Then you know what?

I saw a little bag of tepin pods to crush over the soup to add some extra spice AND HEAT!

I had fun pinching a few pods into the flakes that I would normally just shake out of a little packet onto my food.

Then I took my bowl of pozole to my desk to enjoy just as soon as I could go to the restroom, which was where I was originally headed, if you recall.

After I took a leak, I washed my hands, returned to my desk and got ready to ENJOY my homemade pozole that was still hot and calling my name.

When I sat down, my lap exploded into flames!

At least THAT’s what it felt like when the microscopic residue from the chili pods that I had crushed over my soup did what chili pods are supposed to do and make ANY thing they touch muy, MUY CALIENTE!”

As I write this with a numbness in my nether region that won’t go away, I have no time to go home and take a shower.

Instead, I now have to conduct a trial via internet video in Tucson and then drive to court here in Yuma all before I can go home and hose my “self” down!

I think to myself, “Am I A MAN or what!”

THIS is why everyone at work calls me, “Mister Amazing!”