I went to Louisiana last weekend with Captain Thoughtful and we had an amazing trip. I absolutely love Louisiana and its close proximity to Texas (if an 8 hour drive can be considered close) makes it the perfect place to dash away to on a long weekend.
While in Louisiana, we stopped by Avery Island to tour the Tabasco Factory. I’m not sure if y’all know this about me or not but I LOVE spicy food and I carry a bottle of Chipotle Tabasco with me at all times. True story. So, I was thrilled to be going to the Tabasco Factory to see where that spicy magic happens. We got there right as a tour was starting and were only kind of half-listening when we heard the tour guide say this:
“Mcllhenny got his first peppers from a friend in 1868 during the Civil War.”
At this point, Captain Thoughtful and I both froze and looked at one another in horror because we are both enormous history nerds and as such are acutely aware that the American Civil War was fought from 1861-1865. So, while I’m sure Mcllhenny got his first peppers in 1868, it was not during the Civil War. Obviously, my first instinct was to raise my hand ala Hermione Granger and correct the tour guide on her blatant mistake. Sure, it would probably embarrass her but correcting her was for the greater good, right?
However, I held back because I didn’t want to humiliate the tour guide in front of the entire group and my love of kindness outweighs my love of history (barely). And besides, she probably just misspoke. I decided that when the group started moving I would quietly let her know her mistake. That way she wouldn’t be too embarrassed and I would feel better knowing she now knew the correct dates of the Civil War. Unfortunately before I could put my plan in action she announced this to the group, “You know, the Civil War was fought from 1868 until 1870.”
I’m not going to lie to you fine folks, at that point, I may have stroked out a bit. At least I think I did because all of the sudden the only thing I could hear was the voice inside my head screaming, “She’s a witch! Burn her!” and “Correct her now or forever regret it!” Luckily at that point, Captain Thoughtful and I locked eyes and I could tell he was thinking the same things and for some reason that calmed me down a bit. I decided to stick to my plan of quietly correcting her when the rest of the tour moved on.
We started to move into the theater to watch the film on the history of Tabasco and I was completely ready to pull the guide aside and drop a knowledge bomb on her when she handed me three little mini Tabasco bottles. I was so happy I completely forgot to say anything.
Well played Tabasco tour guide. Well played.