So, last weekend Jake and I went out to dinner with our friends Nathan and Bre. It started out just like any other double date filled with fun, excitement, and engaging conversation... but disaster was lurking at Craigo's that night...
Bre was asking Jake what he wanted to do with his business degree and Jake was discussing the possibility of one day owning his own business. During this conversation a bit of pasta became lodged in my throat. Breathing stopped. Not Cool.
The conversation then went as follows:
(Mishelle starts to choke)
Jake: I don't know I have thought about maybe one day starting my own business.
(Mishelle is choking)
Bre: Oh! Really? Like a pet shop?
(still choking)
Jake: (Looking at Mishelle) Oh, Look at her, her face is lit up! Mishelle would love a pet store..
(still choking)
Nathan: You okay, Mishelle?
(Mishelle starts pointing at throat, turning colors now)
Jake: She's fine.
Bre: You sure? Mishelle?
Jake: Hon, what's up?
(Still pointing at throat, still choking)
Nathan: I think she's choking!
Jake: Are you choking?
(Mishelle gives Jake dirty look, still choking, writing her last will and testament)
Eventually, Jake figured it out and gave me some of his soda. I survived... barely. But lesson learned. From now on if I am choking in a restaraunt I will turn to the bus boy for help.
I love you, Jake.
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