Worst Stuck Episode Ever
It finally happened.
After 441 days as a bandster, I had a horrible stuck episode in the car.
We went to lunch, and the meal just wasn’t working out well for me. The people I went with were done and I had no hope of getting anything down because my last bite was stuck in my throat, so we decided to go.
I knew that we should have stuck around the restaurant longer after a mile or so. I only had seven more miles, and elebenty billion stoplights, before we made it back to the office. But it was okay. I was going to be okay.
By the second or third stoplight, I was doing deep breathing exercises and sweating profusely, despite the full blast of the air conditioner. comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeonCOMEON I yelled.
Did I mention that I was driving?
Yeah.
Long story short, I made it back to the office, parked, and spit up several mouths full of saliva and foam. Then I was able to make it to the restroom and let my body finish doing its thing.
My poor passengers.