A few weeks ago, my wife had a cold, and when she is under the weather, she likes soup. Specifically, spicy Thai soup. So I go in to our local place and order two soups; one for me and one for the wife. I tell the lady we want the wife's soup to be spicy. She asks me how spicy on a one to five scale, and I say four.
She looks at me like I'm from another planet. "You don't want four."
So I tell her we really like spicy food.
"You don't want four."
"Well how about three?"
"You don't want three."
"Look, my wife wants soup spicy. So how about you make mine two and make the one for my wife a three."
"OK...."
So I get the soup home and my wife tries hers. She takes one spoonful and she starts gagging. "I can't eat this. Will you trade with me?"
Mine (two) was pretty darn spicy, but very tasty. Borderline too hot, but to my mind, just right for my taste when I want spicy. "Sure, we can trade."
She gives me the three soup and I gag on the first spoonful as well. I keep trying and eventually I get about one third of the soup in me before I have to stop.
I don't even want to think about the internal bleeding that the four would cause, much less the five.
There may not have been a point to this, but damn that soup was really spicy. They ain't playing around at that Thai place.
