Given I had eaten there every week since I was 5, the owners of my local fried chicken restaurant knew me well, and we had a couple understandings. They stocked the soda that I liked, and if I ordered extra spicy wings, usually on a date, they would bring me normal wings.
But on this night, when I finally got a date with Suzie Chen, who knew of my reputation for handling hot wings, I didn't recognise the waiter, and they came out looking different.
So I bit in.
And it turned out I could actually handle the heat easily.
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