I was already looking like a weirdo when I was too lazy to use chopsticks and was just shoving each little roll in my mouth with my hands. I find this method easier, in general. No more accidental drops, resulting in major trouser stainage if you ask me, and in the long run I get less stares from strangers for my food- and coffee-stained clothes.
As I'm eating and studying (or rather studying and eating), I find that what appeared to be a little sliver of avocado that accidentally fell off of the roll I was about to grab. I love avocado so I scoop the entire piece of it up on the entire roll and proceed to shove it in my mouth. Well. It. Wasn't. Avocado.
My mouth started perking up, my eyes started popping out of the orbitals of my skull. It felt as if my brain had sprung a leak and my cerebrospinal fluid was gushing out of my sinuses. A mother sitting a table over noticed something was not right and started shielding her toddler, expecting that I'd be transforming into The Hulk at any moment.
Well, I didn't transform into The Hulk, but I'm sure I lost a few brain cells. That, my friends, was my penultimate experience with wasabi.
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