my best friend

With all the outages as of late, my fridge is full of things of questionable food value, one of the many being a cucumber, another a green chili, bot teetering on the edge of  their expiration date. Well, never one to throw food out if at all salvageable, I decided to make a cucumber/chile pickle.   And so I diced and sliced and chopped and mixed and jumped a bit because I really, really had to go pee-pee. But i got it all together and I streaked out on the terrace to relieve myself over the railing. As a good boy I shook vigorously when finished trying to make sure all was dry when of a sudden i got a slight pain in my wee-wee, a burning sensation.   OY, I said to myself. Cancer, I said. Cancer of the urethra. All is going to rot and fall off, I said to myself. But...I said...why so sudden ? Why now ?

And then a million little yellow flags went off.
Chiles.
I had been cutting chiles and I must have had stuff on my hands when I so lovingly and gently held my best friend so we could take a pee.   And sure enough. After a short while the burning sensation went away and we are back being best friends again without any pain involved.
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