Ohhhh Spicy
I was having a bad day. My students wouldn't listen. I couldn't seem to think of ways to keep them interested in the class. They didn't seem to understand things that they should have. I blamed them. Then I blamed myself for blaming them. Uncorrected tests were piling up. I had lots of progress reports to write and no time to write them. I was out of Sriracha.
I'm hardly a Sriracha evangelist, but I do enjoy it sometimes, usually on pizza. Unfortunately I couldn't remember where I had bought my first bottle and I had been unsuccessful in locating more. I had resigned myself to buying some lesser hot sauce but put off doing it because I didn't want to have to take it on the metro. When I got off I went to the supermarket to see if they had anything left I could eat for dinner (they didn't). I decided to check for some hot sauce. Nothing. I walked further down to the vinegars, past where I expected any hot sauce to be. There it was. That red bottle with the chicken on it*.
My day magically saved by my discovery of locally sourced** hot sauce I went to the bar for a beer. The bar was closed. I was devastated, my day had been so quickly turned around again. Then I glanced down, remembered, and drank the Sriracha***.
EDIT: I'm told it's a rooster. Tomato tomato.
EDIT 2: Tomato tomato doesn't work so well when it isn't spoken
*Seriously though...why is there a chicken on the bottle?
**Read: Sold really close to my apartment
***I did not actually drink it.