At our workplace we have the usual custom of people buying everyone cakes when it is their birthday. As we have a night shift it is usual for some cakes to be left in a fridge and a message sent to the night shift about the cakes and who they are from.

Do you know of the bottles of stupidly hot chilli sauce that you can buy ? They come with names such as "Insanity Sauce", "Death Sauce" etc etc A little bit licked off a cocktail stick is enough to blow your head off.

Anyway, we have a bottle of such sauce at work, and using a needle and syringe (the lab has them) we injected some into a lovely looking jam and cream doughnut. It was carefully done with the needle being slowly withdrawn as the sauce was injected, so as to get a even distribution inside.

The loaded doughnut was left with the others on a plate in the fridge.

When the night shift next rotated on to days we asked them about the cakes. The unwitting recipient said he took a big bite and swallowed. He realised something was wrong but not before he was onto his second mouthful. He spat it out thinking the cream was off, before the heat hit him.

He saw the funny side.

However the upshot is that no one ever dare trust any food that is left for them.

Random ? Well we didn't know which member of the night shift would get it.
(Bitter and Twisted, Sun 19 Feb 2012, 21:24, Reply)