It's kind of unrelated, but you mentioning ordering milk at a bar triggered a memory.

A friend and I were bored, unemployed, and had limited funds. We wanted to drink, so we went down to this local punk bar. They had bands damn near every night and $4 buckets.

One of the ska bands told us in the middle of their set that the drummer had grown some habineros and would give a t-shirt to anyone who ate one on stage. It was quiet as fuck, no one was going to do it, so I said fuck it and hopped on stage.

I mashed the habinero open mouthed and rolled it around. Everyone cheered and and I got my shirt. I jumped off stage and hit a skank with my homie as the next song started. Then it hit me.

That heat you feel start in the back of your head and roll forward. My eyes watered so much I couldn't see. I booked it to the bar for relief.

As soon as I got to the bar, the bartender reached under the bar, saying "I'd knew you'd come up, here, on the house" and handed me a pint glass of milk.

Such relief.