My friends and I enjoyed sips of margaritas until dinner arrived. As the waiter placed our meals in front of us, all three of us smiled in anticipation for the deliciousness of which we were about to partake. I was in serious need of corn tortillas so I flagged down the waiter and made my request.
However, I wasted no time. I bypassed the beans and rice for my first bite and sliced off a piece of the rare steak and popped it in my mouth. It immediately began to satisfy my intense hunger. I chewed several times but wasn't interested in wasting too much time. So I swallowed. Then I realized that it wasn't going any farther than the top of my throat. I tried to cough but couldn't get anything to move. As I gasped for breath through my nose, my friends noticed my struggle. The physician immediately began anti-choking techniques. Just as he began wrapping his arms around me to perform the Heimlich Maneuver, I was able to scream in a whisper that I could breathe but not swallow. He backed away realizing the maneuver wouldn't be any help.
By now my eyes began to water with panic and I tried to cough without success. Then it dawned on me that it was possible for me to vomit if I did cough hard enough to release the object. Not wanting to be sick in the middle of the restaurant, I ran lickety-split to the ladies room where I was finally able to free the obstruction.
Shaken and visibly rattled, I returned to our table, where my friends quickly scolded me for running to the ladies room where, as all men, they were unable to help me. Bewildered and hungry, I shook off their comments and inquired about the delivery of my corn tortillas.
To which my friend replied, "Oh I told him you might die, so I don't think he'll bring them."
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