I ate gas station sushi on a $200 bet in Reno and told my crew the tile job went fine
Two years back I was tiling a bathroom in Sparks and my helper Marcus bet me 200 bucks I wouldn't eat the gas station spicy tuna roll down the street. I ate it, took the cash, and finished grouting that day like nothing happened, then spent the whole drive home white knuckling the wheel. Half of me says a bet's a bet and you take the money, the other half says a grown man with a mortgage shouldn't gamble his guts for pocket change. Was I brave or just dumb, and where do you draw the line on stupid dares at work?