Growing up, I never brought lunch to school. I always just starved myself until school was over, and would compensate by feasting on whatever leftovers my house possessed. In fourth grade, I remember being particularly hungry and getting a slight headache due to it. The person sitting next to me was eating sushi, and I noticed a particular green substance next to it. I must’ve been hallucinating, because despite being rolled up in a ball, my idiotic self thought that it was a grape. I mean, how was I supposed to know? What the hell is a wasabi?
When my friend wasn’t looking, I grabbed the wasabi and chomped it all in my mouth. Needless to say, what followed were a bunch of screams and cries of agony, not the type of screams you’d want to hear in a Catholic School in which we worship God. I was sent home because of this incident, and have since had a grudge on wasabi.
What does this have to do with the video? Nothing.
Now, here is a haiku:
Wasabi is great,
but not when eaten alone
because it’s painful.