The President went down to talk to the White House kitchen to talk to the chef.
“There was something odd about dinner tonight,” he thought, and asked the chef about it.
“Well, I knew you were having pizza over the evening while hosting the budget committee,” he said.
“Sure, sure,” he said, waving his hand. “But several of the senators commented on it having an odd taste.”
“Hrm… might have been the toppings.”
The chef showed the president his spice rack, and the president promptly opened up one of the jars and sniffed in it.
As the chef tried to stop him, he immediately started hacking and coughing and sneezing.
The chef was mortified. “That’s … Oh, Reagan, No!”