I love Fritos Scoops and intended to eat a bunch of then this morning. I was reclining in bed when one or more of the cursed things lodged in my throat. I thought I would help it along with a drink of water. That was a poor decision; I had water shooting from my nose and I suddenly could not breathe. I mean that literally. I absolutely could not breathe.
I managed to stagger to the bathroom where I slugged myself four times in the area of the solar plexus. I guess it was like a modified Heimlich maneuver. I not only disloged the Frito; I disloged what looked like everything I’d eaten for the last two or three days.
The moral is: Don’t eat Fritos Scoops. If you must eat them, don’t cram you moth full and then try to swallow.