Many years ago my wife and I were attending a small wedding rehearsal dinner at a popular local restaurant. The groom suddenly stopped eating, looked wide-eyed, and displayed all the symptoms of having his windpipe plugged. He couldn’t even breathe in to make a noise. A couple nearby people tried to assist him but with no result.
So I jumped up, shrugged my cape over my shoulder (the one with the S on it), took in an extra dose of adrenalin from my 200,000-year-old physiology, and performed a perfectly executed Heimlich Maneuver. The results were spectacular. The groom survived to get hitched the next day. But the whole affair put a bit of a damper on everyone’s dining experience — I mean everyone in the entire restaurant. Ever since then we have referred to that restaurant as Heimlich’s and have never gone back.
You can draw a few points from this story: