So, there I was, standing in the kitchen, eating leftover Chinese food over the sink.
Suddenly, an errant and goopy snow pea lodged itself in my throat. I started to cough, and hack, and gag. At that moment, my fiancé came to my rescue, running in from the living room.
“Here, Shan, have a glass of water.”
Unfortunately, there wasn’t any water. In his haste, he left it sitting on the coffee table. Instead, his hand was in almost a perfect pantomime of holding a glass of water.
Thought one: Oh, so this is how I die.
Thought two: This is hilarious.
Luckily, the helpless laughter dislodged the snow pea. Call it a Heimlich via hilarity.