"...nearly killed Shirleen."

Okay, back to that story. I'm exaggerating.
We were eating dinner at this beautiful inn when Shirleen got something stuck in her throat. It did not impair her ability to breath, but it did impair her ability to swallow. It felt like it would just go down at any time, but it didn't. For several hours she tried to wash it down with liquids, push it down with food, or push it out (if you know what I'm saying) and finally it cleared. It was awful for her. The next day she could still feel where it had stuck. The only blemish on an otherwise great weekend.