Pancho, in his insatiable drive for excellence was close to being as perfect as any human could possibly be. He had a vast intellect not measurable by any means. Socially he was so extravagantly adept that not even unconquerable cultural barriers could mask his charm. Physically, he was as good looking as Eros himself. He had the strength of a hundred men and was as quick as lightning. But really, facing the honest truth, even the most perfect of creations could only be as perfect as his surroundings would let him be. For all his incredible and amazing characteristics he had to have some kind of weakness, some kind of feature that gave the rest of the world a chance against this demigod.
He discovered his first weakness in Thailand. It was an earth shattering moment for Pancho’s infinite self esteem. He finally had to make the regrettable discovery that there were dangers that he could succumb to after all. One of these dangers had been for a month now, the Thai food. He had grown used to the taste and being able to stand the relative spiciness of it when he ate it. But his digestive tract had not grown adapted to it with the speed one would hope. If he ate too much of the very spicy foods (and to western standards these would generally count as deadly) he would soon after recognize a feeling of unease in his belly. This would be the inevitable sign that Pancho would have to visit the bathroom a few times until equilibrium was restored. In order to maintain his social image of being invincible Pancho controlled himself in these circumstances and made sure that the effect on him was not noticeable. His unlimited depth of self discipline made this possible. Except for once. This one time, was not solely due to the food being spicy but more along the lines of Pancho falling into the trap of hubris.
He had once again been invited to lunch by his trusted and dear advisor. The meal was to be held at school and delivered from a restaurant.
In Thailand prepared food was always transported in plastic bags adeptly tied together at the top with a rubber band. This was in fact a very effective way of containing the food. The air pressure within the bag protected the food inside while one could keep sauces and so apart until one actually was about to eat it. Additionally any kind of accidents were virtually impossible due to the airtight seal that the rubber bands created.
For this meal Pancho had chosen a food called Suki. It was a seafood dish, mainly prawns, that was mixed with quite a tasty sauce. Pancho not having prepared food before found that the disaster began unfolding at this point. He was not certain as to how much sauce should go on the meal. So as there was the same amount of sauce bags as meals he logically deduced that it was one bag per meal. Hence Pancho dumped the whole bag on the food. His advisors face instantaneously reacted with a look of surprise and then foreboding. Her words in a joking tone told Pancho not to cry due to the spiciness of the sauce. As a matter of fact Pancho’s already toughened taste buds did not find the meal too spicy. And to begin with he was under the impression that there was the right amount of sauce on the food. The more Pancho had eaten however the more he noticed that the sauce was a certain hindrance when trying to taste the rest of the food. But being quite full already his mind did not waste any further energy on this issue.
This saved energy was fully consumed after the end of school. Just while heading home his gut suddenly felt strangely uncomfortable, something Pancho had not felt before. In his glorious life of exuberant joy he had simply never been acquainted with discomfort. And before he knew it, he was using his stunning physique to rush to the toilet at home. Pancho barely made it without accident, but he made it none the less, keeping the slate clean and his unconquerable might intact.
When he had eventually overcome his gut’s few moments of rebellion he thought the matter had been dealt with. But he was mistaken. Not being experienced in such issues of weakness he was all too gullible in believing that things could go back to what they had been before. Pancho had to rush back to the toilet a further 4 times in order to prevent disaster. His digestive system took a further few days till it functioned properly again and he actually had the impression that it took a few weeks longer than that to fully adapt to the Thai food properly or so he thought. One new thing he had learned however. He would certainly not again drop a complete bag of sauce on any meal ever again, without tasting first.
He discovered his first weakness in Thailand. It was an earth shattering moment for Pancho’s infinite self esteem. He finally had to make the regrettable discovery that there were dangers that he could succumb to after all. One of these dangers had been for a month now, the Thai food. He had grown used to the taste and being able to stand the relative spiciness of it when he ate it. But his digestive tract had not grown adapted to it with the speed one would hope. If he ate too much of the very spicy foods (and to western standards these would generally count as deadly) he would soon after recognize a feeling of unease in his belly. This would be the inevitable sign that Pancho would have to visit the bathroom a few times until equilibrium was restored. In order to maintain his social image of being invincible Pancho controlled himself in these circumstances and made sure that the effect on him was not noticeable. His unlimited depth of self discipline made this possible. Except for once. This one time, was not solely due to the food being spicy but more along the lines of Pancho falling into the trap of hubris.
He had once again been invited to lunch by his trusted and dear advisor. The meal was to be held at school and delivered from a restaurant.
In Thailand prepared food was always transported in plastic bags adeptly tied together at the top with a rubber band. This was in fact a very effective way of containing the food. The air pressure within the bag protected the food inside while one could keep sauces and so apart until one actually was about to eat it. Additionally any kind of accidents were virtually impossible due to the airtight seal that the rubber bands created.
For this meal Pancho had chosen a food called Suki. It was a seafood dish, mainly prawns, that was mixed with quite a tasty sauce. Pancho not having prepared food before found that the disaster began unfolding at this point. He was not certain as to how much sauce should go on the meal. So as there was the same amount of sauce bags as meals he logically deduced that it was one bag per meal. Hence Pancho dumped the whole bag on the food. His advisors face instantaneously reacted with a look of surprise and then foreboding. Her words in a joking tone told Pancho not to cry due to the spiciness of the sauce. As a matter of fact Pancho’s already toughened taste buds did not find the meal too spicy. And to begin with he was under the impression that there was the right amount of sauce on the food. The more Pancho had eaten however the more he noticed that the sauce was a certain hindrance when trying to taste the rest of the food. But being quite full already his mind did not waste any further energy on this issue.
This saved energy was fully consumed after the end of school. Just while heading home his gut suddenly felt strangely uncomfortable, something Pancho had not felt before. In his glorious life of exuberant joy he had simply never been acquainted with discomfort. And before he knew it, he was using his stunning physique to rush to the toilet at home. Pancho barely made it without accident, but he made it none the less, keeping the slate clean and his unconquerable might intact.
When he had eventually overcome his gut’s few moments of rebellion he thought the matter had been dealt with. But he was mistaken. Not being experienced in such issues of weakness he was all too gullible in believing that things could go back to what they had been before. Pancho had to rush back to the toilet a further 4 times in order to prevent disaster. His digestive system took a further few days till it functioned properly again and he actually had the impression that it took a few weeks longer than that to fully adapt to the Thai food properly or so he thought. One new thing he had learned however. He would certainly not again drop a complete bag of sauce on any meal ever again, without tasting first.
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