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Thursday, January 13, 2011

like an unexpected hot pepper explosion


Stir fry night. Six hours, three tables, eighteen dollars and one “to go” box full of fried rice and general tso's chicken.

In the end, not very lucrative – I was cut at about 8 because business was pretty slow - but very tastey.

I had been making pretty stupid mistakes all night long.  That's nothing out of the ordinary, I was just mindlessly and repeatedly ringing up people for pasta instead of stir fry.  No biggie.  But it's nights like those I get discouraged - I want to be good at what I do.

 One of my coworkers told me I needed to be more mindful. 

"Slow down, you're making too many mistakes," he said.  "You're moving so fast, just calm down and be mindful."

Yeah.  Good advice.  Me be mindful.  The girl with the frazzled curly hair and kitchen sink full of dirty dishes.  Who has time to be mindful when they're a full time student slash waitress?

I pretty much brushed the advice off, and didn't think another thing about it until I got home.  I had my "to go" box of stir fry goodness waiting for me, and I was starving.  Ten p.m., I was sitting in front of my computer, catching up on e-mails and shoveling my rice all spaazzy, like a kid digging the world's largest hole in really dry sand.

And then, during one of these sporadic fork shoveling excursions to my mouth I happened to look down at my fork...

And there was one of those adorable ("adorable" being code for YEEHAW, LETHAL!)little peppers that if you bite into your tongue will spontaneously combust into volcanic ash.  They are really hot.  And I was about to chow down on one of those suckers.

Mindlessly. 

Let me just say, when I was little I totally bit into one that was in our Chinese food we had ordered.  I was all Look, mom!  I'm a B.A. eating a pepper, look at me gooooo...woah.  WOAH.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!  

I screamed, I cried, I ran around the house, I wiggled my hands.  I felt like my face was turning inside out.  My mom made me sit down in the living room and stick my tongue in a glass of milk for 30 minutes.

So it's a good thing I stopped myself mid-chow the other night because the milk in my fridge right now is probably expired, and running around my apartment screaming was not an option because my neighbors have small children.

But it's crazy the stuff we can do because we're not mindful.

Dr. Robertson made news again for expressing his freedom of speech.  

And though I don't want this to be a forum for arguing about gay rights, or bashing certain outspoken evangelical Christian leaders, I do think it's important that we all slow down and be mindful of the things we say.

Because sometimes even the smallest of our words can erupt.  Like a little green pepper hidden in your fried rice.



Happy Thursday!

B.




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2 comments

Alli said...

What a great post. :) I don't think I've ever had one of these deadly peppers you're talking about which might be a relief. I agree, sometimes people need to slow down and think about what they're saying..... Westboro in particular.

ps - your eyes are a beautiful blue!

thebrbb said...

You are so sweet, thank you!

And you are lucky to have not tried the deadly peppers. Take my word for it: avoid them like Port Republic during rush hour :)

I'm just a little embarrassed, because he's the founder of the university I'm attending. I don't want to be associated with his hot pepper judgments, ya know?

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