Ben and I almost killed a homeless man.

For our honeymoon, Benjamin and I went on a cruise that stopped in Mexico for the day. To get the whole experience, we decided to stop for lunch. 

Our server was very eager to please and very eager to sell. "Can I bring you some beers?"

We declined, of course. 

"A coke? A rootbeer?" 

We declined again, asking for a bottle of water. Then we each ordered a burrito. 

It wasn't until they brought the burritos out that we realized we should have gotten one to share. The burrito was HUGE. It was seriously the size of four burritos put into one. 

We both managed to eat half of our burrito. It was probably the spiciest burrito I have ever eaten. We joked that they were trying to get us to buy more water from them, it was that hot. 

We wrapped up our left overs and left, but we knew we couldn't take it back on our cruise ship. We passed a homeless guy sitting on a bench and decided we would offer them to him. He was happy to take the extra food off our hands. 

As we started to walk away, I said to Ben, "Those burritos are really hot, we'd better give him our extra water too." 

Before we turned and ran back, Ben said to me, "Otherwise those burritos might kill him."