Salt n' Pepa

Today I was dared to eat “hot salt” on a corn muffin. I did this, because I think I thought it was funny. After the first moment of it, when I thought I would embarrass myself by half spitting and half puking the corn muffin out I managed to keep it in and with a large mouthful of water and finally swallowed it.

I do my best in my later years, to not talk about the things I cannot do anymore. The classic ones, like not being able to drink like I used to, or work my body as hard as I used to, or eat whatever I want to anymore. I try not to use these because they are clichés, and because I prefer not to use or be a cliché as much as possible.

But seriously, I cannot eat hot salt on corn muffins like I used to. I feel horrible! I keep burping up hot salt and when I walked in the office back from lunch, I could smell it. And it had the same effect as smelling tequila after drinking the worm the night before. I could honestly lose it.

I did get 3 lottery tickets out of it though, the scratch off kind. I didn’t win anything.

I can’t scratch lottery cards like I used to.