Reading poor ((((Pooklette's)))) post made me LOL as it reminded me of the first time I cut up some hot peppers. I didn't wear gloves and at some point I touched my eye. Well we had gone to the movie theatre and all I can remember is begging my husband to get me ice water for my flamming fingers (and napkins that I could soak to put on my poor eyeball). I doubt if I coherently saw more than 15 minutes of that movie.
Told a co-worker the next day and she said laughed and said something similar happened to her husband a couple of years back (only he went to the washroom shortly after cutting the peppers). He was in unbelieveable agony for quite awhile.
