I didn't want to mention anything last night but since everything is fine now I guess everyone should know about it.
Last night Sheri, Kelsie, Cameron, my father, and I went to Bello's; a nice authentic Italian restaurant in Cumming, Georgia.
Everything started out fine. My father ordered mussels as an appetizer and we ordered our drinks.
A short while later my father swallowed a large mussel and it apparently went down the wrong pipe.
We didn't realize anything was wrong, but before we knew it, my father had his hands around his neck giving the universal sign of choking.
Sheri screamed, "Do something Kenny - he's choking!"
I didn't know what to do. I jumped out of my chair, but before I could help my father - a guy sitting at the table right next to us (he must have been a paramedic) jumped up and ran to our table.
He pulled my father out of his seat and grabbed him from behind. He repeatedly squeezed Dad's stomach but nothing happened - by this time Dad's face was turning blue! Kelsie screamed “HELP MY GRAMPA...DON’T LET HIM DIE!”
He then quickly loosened dad's shirt and pants. He pulled down my fathers pants and underwear. He then vigorously began licking my fathers rear end.
Almost immediately, my dad’s body convulsed violently and he coughed up the mussel!
We are so thankful that kind man sitting next to us in the restaurant knew the "Hiney-Lick Maneuver"!
Sorry... 😁
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