Oh, c'mon man! You left out the best part!
Quote:"...EIEIO."
That was all it took; Zoner nearly fell out of his chair. Meg
mildly injured herself snarfing green tea. That was not my intention.
I felt bad.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah." *cough* "I'm fine. Boy, that really clears your head.
I don't recommend it though."
We both paused to observe Zoner gasping like a fish. (Odd
expression, that, because when you come down to it a fish gasping
isn't really like a person gasping at all...) I was just biding my
time. He regained most of his composure and sipped some water to calm
things. I struck.
"Booger."
Zoner's cheeks immediately puffed as he fought to restrain the
water now trapped by the air that wanted to escape. He looked
remarkably helpless. What was going through his mind? Do I spew
water all over the table in front of this remarkably cute woman I've
only know for an hour? Is it any cooler to choke to death on water?
How long can I hold my breath anyway? By this time his lungs were
aching for air and he had to do something. I'm sure it didn't help to
have Meg and I watching him like hawks on nitrous.
In the end he managed to force the water down the right pipe
and dragged in the overdue breath. I think my ears popped from the
pressure drop. It was priceless. Ah, what are friends for?