A guy noticed as he was finishing up his fish taco that everytime he swallowed he could feel a little fish bone in the back of his throat.

I looked back there but everything seemed normal.  ”It’s right here,” he said pointing to his right tonsil and so I put a glove on and touched the tonsil and sure enough I felt it.

Even after palpating it I still couldn’t see it.  But I got a pair of alligator forceps anyways and clamped down in the general vicinity of where it seemed to be.

Unbelievably out came a tiny fish bone, shorter than a grain of rice and almost impossibly thin.  There is no way anyone could have been more surprised than me, although I pretended like it was just business as usual.

The lucky moments are way more satisfying than the unlucky ones, to say the least.