Failure at Cooking: The Pepper Soup (Part 3)

This is Part 3 of The Pepper Soup

I decided to bite the bullet and stick my head underneath the sink. Of course, there was no nozzle to control the temperature, so the faucet basically spit ice cubes at me as I tried to scrub pepper gunk from my head. The sink also had an automatic sensor, so I had to move my head back and forth like one of those toy water drinking bird just to get my head wet.

The secretary walked in just as I was bobbing around in the sink. “Do you have a change of clothes at least?”

I stood up and blotted my head with a C-fold paper towel. My head smelled like some weird combination of pepper and that awful pink soap they always have in public restrooms. “Good point, I’ll be right back.”

I was thankful that I still had an overnight bag from my weekend trip, so I headed out to my car. Just as I entered the parking lot, I ran the owner of the office next door, Bob Jacobson.

“Hey, Stephanie!” he said, giving me a curious glance. “How are you...feeling today?”

“I know, I...
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