The Science Fair annoyances I wrote about this morning is nothing compared to this.

My boys and I went to an ice show this evening. Supposed to be all fun, glitter, sparkle, and fantasy, right? I bought the boys some dinner. I got myself a jumbo hot-dog, and was thrilled they had some jalapenos I could put on it. Yum! Alas, one big delicious bite turned out to be more than I could chew. Figuratively I've had that kind of week, but I never expected to experience it literally.

Surprised and shocked that I had hot dog stuck in my throat, I turned to the people in back of us and did the universal "choking" sign with my hands. My eyes were bugged out and I pointed to the rest of my hot dog to indicate that I was choking on my hot dog. (Seems obvious, right?)

The people looked at me like I was on crack. They made absolutely no move to help, nor did they look concerned in the least.

Thanks to my own maneuvers, I was able to dislodge the hot dog piece, which flew across our row. I also sprayed some soda onto the row in front of us for good measure.

With my throat now clear, I apologized profusely to the people in front of us. The people in back of us still looked at me like I was on crack.

I've had a few experiences in life where strangers have done a good deed for me, but recently I've seen people not willing to assist. I'm pretty surprised at how unaffected the people around me were of my wild gestures as I attempted to signal for help and to clear my airway.

I suppose the man in front of me summed it up best as he replied to my apology by nonchalantly remarking, "It would have been a bummer if you had died in front of all these people."

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Want a discount code for Disney on Ice? If you go to the show, don't order a hot dog. Or at least chew it before you try to swallow. Most of all, please expect that the entertainment will be on the ice, not in a row near you. And maybe bring napkins in case someone showers you with soda.