Mr. Zoom came home from the store with salsa. And thank goodness he got the non-poisonous one.
I suppose in the wake of the tomato scare, I get it. But here's an example of caution gone too far:
Because if you come back from the fair with anything less than 3 layers of dust, straw, beer, animal hairs, drool, chocolate, sweat, a set of ShamWows and a sense of having sold your soul for something deep fried, well - ur doin it wrong.