Tuesday, October 8, 2013
And The Winner Is...
So. This morning I'm standing at the kitchen sink. I have one last swallow of coffee before I rinse out my mug and head for the shower. I'm not exactly sure what happened...maybe I inadvertently sucked in some air just as I tipped my head and the mug. We will never know, dear readers.
I realize immediately--choking was my first clue--that the coffee has gone down the wrong pipe. I can't spew it into the sink because my throat has already closed. Before I can even grasp what's happening, the entire swallow flies out my nose.
If there was a contest for Extreme Nose Snorting, I would have just won the World Championship. That seemingly small amount of coffee exploded in a volcanic burst from my nose, spraying the sink, backsplash and an innocent plant on the counter. With coffee flaming through my sinuses, I cough and sputter and gasp for breath and yet somehow--an inexplicable conundrum of physics--still more coffee runs out my nose, down my chin, all over my shirt, my socks and the floor.
Holy crap, people, it was just one little swallow!
Eventually I get control of the hacking and spewing and near-death of it all. When I blow my nose, I discover there's quite a residual caffeine rush in snorting coffee as opposed to drinking it. Though I'm pretty sure this technique won't catch on...the nasal burn just isn't worth it.
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I'm sooooo glad I read this whilst eating lunch...
ReplyDeleteBet you got a lot of stuff done with your rush, what with after seeing Jesus and dead relatives, as my father would say.
TMI, is that what you're saying? ;D
ReplyDeleteOh man - I know those days ;-)
ReplyDeleteNothing like a good near-death experience to kickstart the day.. ;D
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