I had a rather unfortunate timing incident this morning. In a meeting full of people. At an inappropriate moment.
Someone was discussing something rather serious. At that exact moment, I choked on my coffee. And proceeded to look like I was stiffing giggles instead of coughing. I could feel I was getting the stink eye, so I let go of controlling the whole fit and let loose. Hoping that folks would realize I was choking rather than snickering.
Which got me thinking about the last time this happened to me.
The following was originally posted on this blog in November, 2011. And yet, the humiliation of that moment in the theater lives on…
Jon and I sneaked out for a spontaneous date night after a parent/teacher conference last week. It was an indulgent, Monday night outing, but since our babysitter was already there at the house, we’d thought we get use out of her, rather than paying for only an hour and being done. We dropped our son back at home after the conference, got dinner started for the babysitter, then skedaddled out of there.
Being that it was a spur of the moment thing, we didn’t have all of our details figured out. Like where we’d eat dinner. The movie started at 7, so we drove over to the artsy theater to get our tickets, parked the car, then set out on foot to find some grub. It felt very much like our New York City days.
Except, it was Denver. In 30 degree weather, of which neither one of us was dressed warmly enough to endure (being that we’re solid car travelers now). And, did I say this was DENVER? It’s not like there’s a restaurant every 10 feet. We walked several blocks and came across our go-to place for BBQ, not ideally what we were looking for, but it was warm and we were hungry.
After dinner, we headed back to The Esquire to see our movie, and got there so early that there was no one else in the theater. Followed quickly by elderly people who wanted to ensure they got decent seats. Ah, yes. Is this what we’re becoming? Early Bird Specials? Perhaps.
But wait! At least we had gadgets! We spent about half an hour sitting in our seats playing Blokus on my iPhone before the commercials even started.
Finally, our flick began. The Descendants, featuring the dreamy and always-smooth George Clooney.
(As a side note, the movie? I would settle with “Good”, though not as funny as we were expecting. Clooney pulls off oafish with Hawaiian shirts tucked in to his high-waisted pants pretty well, but let’s face it…he’s still very easy on the eyes.)
Being that I was getting fitted for The Unitard the next day, I prided myself on not eating the whole bag of popcorn in my lap and even went so far as to eat slowly. If you know me and my love of popcorn, then you’ll understand how much self control this took.
About 3/4 of the way through the movie, I worked a kernel out of the far back depths of my teeth.
Then, it made it way down my throat. And I started choking and having a righteous coughing fit. Right during the most dramatic point of the movie. Which also happened to be the quietest part of the whole movie.
Perhaps folks thought I was extremely moved by what was happening on the screen, but I highly doubt it.
After the coughing ceased and the redness in my cheeks subsided, Jon and I couldn’t stop giggling about my misfortune. So much so that I think I missed the last 10 minutes of the movie.
I’m glad to see that after all of these years together, we can still find something to bond over.
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