Crazytalk, take 2

I have two other posts in the works right now (waiting for time to upload pictures from my camera), but this one had to cut in line and head straight for the top.

After the popularity of my last installment of Crazytalk, I decided to share the most recent construct of my imagination with you. Then you are, of course, obligated to chime in if you haven't yet (either here or there, after reading all the Crazy Comments) with your own Confessions of Crazy. You know, just to make me feel a little better. That means YOU, all of you who didn't comment but just told me in person or on facebook about how crazy you are. We need a compilation here, post anonymously if you're too embarrassed.

So. The other night I'm driving back from a friend's house after dropping off some dinner for her, and I am starving. I discover a bag of pretzel remnants tucked between the passenger seat and the center console, so I start munching on the crumbs and pebbles of salt as I race home.

I must have taken a deep breath or coughed or something, because all of sudden I thought, What if I choke on these pretzels? And as is my modus operandi, I rode the wave of crazy right on through.

If I choke, no one would even know. How could I get help? Would I just die here, driving in my minivan? Because I choked on a pretzel?? I could turn the hazards on. Yes. I would turn the hazards on. And stop in the middle of the road. And throw open my door. That would get someone's attention.

And that is when I realized I was essentially writing in my head my second installment of Crazytalk.

So bring it on, y'all.