Morbidness and eating(not related)

As I was traveling back to my home-town, I heard on the radio that a lady that worked at _______ was killed in an accident. Well, one of the members of the branch works there, so after I got back in town and went to institute on Thursday, I asked her about it. Well it ended up that a truck lost control and hit a wall of a parking garage on the second floor. It knocked the 2.5 ton panel loose and crushed a women walking beneath on the ground floor. She was telling me how traumatizing it was for two other employees who witnessed it and how they're going through therapy because they saw this panel fall and completely crush this woman and there was no space between the road and panel that the person could even fit. At this point, I'm trying hard not to burst out laughing. I'm getting visual images similar to Wiley Coyote being crushed by a rock during one of his many falls, then Wiley Coyote coming out as an accordion or piece of paper, or many of the other things that happen to him. So as she continues to talk about the incident, I'm trying harder and harder not to laugh, well in the end I didn't succeed, and burst out laughing. She must think I'm the weirdest person.

My roommate and I decided to fix a meal last night, and as he is the much better cook, I let him do most of the cooking while I helped out in various ways. This guy is from India, so any cooking he does is usually loaded with curry. We ended up fixing a curry sauce with sausage in it, and ate Indian bread with it. It was delicious. Admittedly very spicy. Actually, this meal was half as spicy as he usually makes things. He didn't add any chili powder for one thing. But anyway, that just means my taste buds aren't seared off in the first bite. I had eaten quite a bit of it, and you could really tell. At this point, I think I had used five napkins to wipe the sweat off my forehead. Anyway, he was telling me that he was surprised that he was as hungry as what he was. He was telling me about how at the hospital that he was finishing up his schooling at, they fixed a bunch of chocolate things, cake, pudding, regular chocolate, etc. He then states, "That chocolate was so rich it burned my tough." I just looked at him. There he is eating curry with me, without the least bit of burning sensation of what I'm feeling, while I'm sweating like a pig, and tells me that chocolate burned his tongue. Sheesh.