This Time it's the #6

OK. So you already know that alot of stuff happens to me on the subway. So why should this entry be different?

One day I was on the #6 local train going to work. As I boarded, I noticed a man who looked as if he were choking on something. I went over to him and asked if he needed assistance. He shook his head no. This should have been the first clue that something was wrong. I could see it coming, so I sat down across from him.

Next thing you know, he comes over to me and motions that he can't breath. So, I turned him around and clopped him on the back five or six times. (Another passenger helped me hold the man up). Next thing you know, a huge and I mean huge wad of grapefruit comes out of his mouth. It looked like something out of the X-Files.

While his pupils were dilating and the color returned to his face, I asked the man if he wanted to go to the doctor or the emergency room. He declined both.

Only goes to prove. Fruit kills.

Pass the potato chips, please.