One friday, following juma, myself, my brother and father went on a quest for lunch. On the quest the larger one (father) decided that we should also procure the service of a vehicular cleaner for our automobile. In knowledge of this we went to an area where both lunch and car washes were available nearby.
Dad dropped the two of us off at the sandwich establishment whilst he went to get the car washed. The two of us walked in and looked at the menu. Immediately I made my decision, bbq chicken panini. My brother after a while decided on the chicken toastie. As my sandwich was being made he was told that he needed to decide on which chicken. He had a choice of 5 different chickens (and no not 5 actual chickens going cluck cluck, 5 different flavours) after what seemed like hours of deliberating he decided on "the red one". "Tandoori Chicken?" asked the sandwich man "yep." he replied.
As our sandwiches were being made, I posed the question regarding beverages. My brother responded by saying he did not want a drink as there was no point spending the £0.60 on a can. Feeling ashamed of my frivolous spending ways I too agreed with his view.
We sat and conversed until our sandwiches were done, mine was finished first and I and started to eat it. It was delicious. His sandwich was ready soon after and he was looking forward to it. He took his first bite and his immediate reaction was "oooo, aaah". I asked what was wrong, he said that it was hot. after a short while he decided to continue eating and this time had the same reaction only this time it was incredibly spicy. I then asked him if he wanted to change his view on getting a drink, he did. so I got him and I a drink. So he continues to eat his sandwich slowly and with a very unhappy face. I on the other hand am smiling (because of my extremely delicious sandwich, his discomfort and him having to change his mind on the drink issue). He gets to the final quarter of the sandwich and is fed up, he decides to eat it all at once. MISTAAAAAAAAAKE!! He finishes the sandwich and then grabs his drink and gulps it all down. His eyes watery, his mouth gasping and sweat on his face. As the nice brother I am I offer him the remaining third of my drink. He takes it and finishes that too. i finally give him a piece of gum.
The moral of the story. Don't be stingy when having lunch, or else your mouth will burn. Also never order the "red one" without knowing its status on the spicy scale.
The End
For those interested, My Dad got the car washed and we got him a sandwich to go (which i was inform was also delicious)
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