Since Agent X Rae is out of commission this evening, I am guest blogging for the sake of the NaBloPoMo promise. You may remember me from the Friday, November 7th entry entitled "The Story". I was the one that gave Agent X the killer grapes. I thought I would take this opportunity to shed some light on that post and the event itself.
After the incident, she surveyed her current chairs and found them all to be too tall. - This kind of makes me sound like a little person, or maybe that I live in a giant's house. In reality, I have tall chairs. I don't currently know anyone that is tall enough to throw their body over the back of any of my chairs. And given what had just happened to me, this was a perfectly logical concern. So yes, I am searching for one single standard issue kitchen chair to keep in a convenient place for the next time the killer grapes attack. I am not alone in my mission. I was just telling Agent X about how I was sitting at a stoplight the other day and I look over to my left and there is woman in a jeep, top peeled down, and what did she have in the back but one single standard issue kitchen chair! In an instant I knew that this stranger and I shared a connection. She, too, had a self-Heimlich opportunity in which she realized her chairs were taller than average and something had to be done. Deep, I'm telling you.
And, yes, I did ponder the choking possibilities in my current diet but the only adamant change is the eating of grapes in solitude. It's not that I don't trust my own abilities to chew; rather, it's that I don't trust those deliciously deceptive grapes...
(just for the record...I still eat popcorn ALL THE TIME)