the new topper to the wet kleenex episode is me at the lab cafeteria for lunch, where i do actually know some people, coughing/gagging up into the bushes out front whatever solid mass had migrated its way down the back of my throat . a nice gentleman came around to ask me if i was ok. he looks at me wide-eyed "did you choke on some ice?" "yes" i respond with barely any hesitation. "dont you just hate that?" "oh, yes"