At a certain time of year, all flavors in Boulder are Pumpkin Spice. Chip hates Pumpkin Spice, but try as he may, he can’t find anything to eat or drink without it.
Zoe, a Boulderite mother with her young son approaches the counter at the local hangout. As Zoe tries to reason with Norman about something mundane, her child reaches up for a Pumpkin Spice cookie, grabs it and takes a large bite.
Zoe has a Total Boulder Freak-out Meltdown, (a TBFM as Norman refers to them) in a way that only she can. Chip, close by, is amazed to see Zoe, while chastising her son, pull out of her purse a small plastic bag and a bottle of Ipecac. Grabbing the protesting child by the face, Zoe forces him to take a swig of the Ipecac, then hands him the plastic bag while ushering him toward the bathroom.
Intrigued, Chip casually intercepts her. “I’m glad to finally find someone who hates Pumpkin Spice as much as I do.” Zoe looks at him confused as her son squirms. “Pumpkin Spice? Oh, no. We love Pumpkin Spice.”
“Then what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal? The big deal is, as I’m sure you don’t know, as you are obviously not from around here, the big deal, is that my boy just ate a bite of that poisonous cookie.”
“Well, that’s what I mean, that Pumpkin Spice is toxic stuff.”
“You really don’t understand,” responds Zoe while pulling her son away from Chip.
Zoe pauses and decides to indulge Chip as the child begins to gag slightly. “It’s not the flavor.”