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I hate how one day I'm going to choke to death.
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You should have seen how hard Marie laughed when I told her! And my sister.
Nick, ew.
Nick, ew.
I know, Bunny. Marie gets very upset with me about this. I don't know what to say, though. I could say I will, but I probably won't. :(

But explain: you choke for a while and then all the gagging and not breathing makes you throw up? Or you give yourself the heimlich on the back of a chair and throw up? Either way it doesn't sound safe. Much better to be embarrassed by throwing up at the table than dead. Your friends will get used to it after a while.
It never has so far (knock on wood) gotten to a point where I need a heimlich or really lose breathing too much. I just get food lodged and either slowly swallow it or my gag reflex works it back up. This is gross; sorry. I wouldn't have brought it up except in context of this story!!

Sarah, have I told you lately that I love you for always answering my annoying questions? A friend reminded me today that people don't always like answering lots of questions.

I didn't puke on her. Just at her. There's a distinction.

Sorry, that quote just popped into my head.

Alfonoso, you make a good point. I think I've you've been puked ON you are allowed to not offer niceties as well as allowed to return the favor.
But if you've been puked NEAR then I think the nice thing is to see if there is anything they need, "a phone call to someone, a drink of water, a seat to sit in" etc. etc.
from your puke-etiquette advise columnist,
Marie Sweeney


Now I can't remember who it was - Groucho Marx or Charlie Chaplin?
I also hide it. I am eating with friends at a restaurant and I'm choking and I get up and politely excuse myself to the restroom. That's where chokers die. I have to take first aid training every couple of years to keep my teaching certification and they tell us: chokers go hide and then they die.
I don't want to die on a bathroom floor, Haters. But I also don't want to throw up on the table in a restaurant, which is why I ran out of this taco joint a couple days ago and this crackhead lady comes running up to me right as I leave the door and she says, "MA'AM! MA'AM! DO YOU HAVE FIFTEEN DOLLARS SO I CAN..." and I puked right at her feet! And she screams "OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?!"
I hate being a choker, but that's fucking funny.