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TIFU by eating the one thing I hated most on earth for 4 months straight without realizing.

Not the most exciting story but I definitely felt very fucking stupid. Obligatory, happened beginning March of last year until about July.

So, I live in NYC in lower Manhattan. I’m also a very big fan of sandwiches as well as hot sauce. I have went to stores that exclusively sold hot sauce and was in heaven. Anyways, around when lockdowns started I happened to break up with my bodega. The nighttime deli man was an asshole and would try to charge me $1 for 4 ketchup packets when I bought a burger w/ fries. It’s crazy. So I started going to a new bodega. It was extremely clean, the staff was friendly, and the dude I went to always remembered key aspects of my order like “extra cheese” and “however much you think is a lot of hot sauce, put more.”

I went probably 8-10 times a week, twice a day, usually Monday/Friday. Always sandwiches, always extra cheese, always too much hot sauce. The thing is, there was just something about the sandwiches that tasted off. Not necessarily “bad” but just very different. I continued to go because of the customer service and because it just became a thing. Fast forward to the very last day that I went...

I was in the store and ordered my sandwich and got into a conversation with this beautiful woman. we talked about food choices and likes/dislikes. She mentioned she was a HUGE fan of hot sauce and it caught my full attention. We spent 2-3 minutes talking about hot sauce preferences and brands before she asked me what type of hot sauce do I not like. I told her I thought Sriracha shouldn’t be considered hot sauce and it’s absolutely terrible and I’ve never purposely asked for it except for the first two times I tried. Once to experiment, the second to verify that i hated it. Funny enough, the deli man hears this entire conversation. He follows up with a sentence that broke me emotionally.

“Bro, the only hot sauce we have is Sriracha. I’ve been putting it on all your sandwiches.” I just kinda stopped for a few seconds looking between the both of them with the most horrified expression. I felt so betrayed but I couldn’t be mad at HIM because I’ve never asked what kind of hot sauce they used. Deli man starts dying from laughter. The woman is looking at me like our entire conversation was a lie. I told him not to put any hot sauce on my sandwich he was making and left, never to return again. For no reason aside from shame and the fact that they only have sriracha.

Also, just to add... I specifically asked for Sriracha on a sandwich about 3 weeks ago and I hated the sandwich. So now I’m just at a loss to what happened. Not sure if this is some form of cognitive dissonance lol

TLDR: The one flavor I thought I hated more than nearly everything on the planet was put in all 100+ sandwiches I ate over a 4 month span. I barely noticed and feel like I don’t even know myself.

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