So, Jason and I were hanging out one night, eating chips & salsa.  I know this is hard to believe, but I actually never stop talking (shocker, I know).   So, as I sat inhaling chips and air, the two may have gotten intertwined in the ol' esphagus.  I swallowed a tortilla chip whole, which felt a lot like swallowing a steak knife, sideways.  I kept waiting and waiting for it to go down, but it only got wedged tighter and tighter.  I started to panic.  I got up off the couch and followed Jason to the kitchen, gasping for air, pointing to my neck and wildly gesturing at my general head area.  He just kinda casually looked at me while filling up his water glass, like, "...what?"    Finally, I grabbed the water out of his hand and chugged it.  I was out of breath and hysterical.  Here's how that conversation went:

Me: I WAS CHOKING!!!
Jason: Oh.  We should have a sign, or something.
Me: You mean me pointing at my neck dramatically didn't tip you off???
Jason: I thought you were dancing. 


I really hope he's handy when I accidently fall onto a railroad track with an oncoming train approaching.