If Airport Guy decides to use that hot sauce, they're going to have to put yellow warning tape around his ass the next morning.

Still need vidoes of fiery cataclysm? Set up a toilet cam -- you'll at least catch the smoldering aftermath.

Emergency response indeed -- I suspect it was a habanero pepper that first caused a desperate responder to bark out: secure the perimeter!

Guido and I used to bombard each other with hot sauce gifts (another reason I normally trek to Kosters -- though it doesn't seem quite the same under new management). While I was still at the Law Journal (wha? about 10 years ago?) I had a bottle of Smack My Ass and Call Me Sally sauce that I kept on my desk. A few sprinkles of that stuff could make a typical deli gyro into something extraordinary.

BTW, I'm sitting here in my front window taking in our new view of our new street. I'm drinking coffee from a mug with a volcano image on the side. The volcano is dormant until you add hot liquid -- then the ash cloud fades and a lava explosion is revealed. Take it as another hot sauce warning.

(Oh, and there's a dinosaur in the scene as well; when the cup gets hot, the eyes turn red. Way cool.)