Lunch alone again. Nachos. Decent, but the chips were kinda stale.
While eating, one got stuck in his windpipe. He couldn’t panic. They’d laugh.
He stood, walked discreetly from the cafeteria; then dashed to the boy’s restroom. Thankfully empty.
He had to act fast. He went into a stall, locked it, knelt by the toilet, put a finger down his throat, and retched until the chip came free. Tearfully, he gasped. His throat was sore.
But he saved his own life and nobody knew.