I Need to Wear Braids

Shabbos afternoon, Zahava and I were sitting on her couch talking about a particular cat that is no longer alive. Turning my head from between two pillows, I snorted a laugh (by mistake). Then I promptly inhaled both air and a large chunk of my hair. The air went into my lungs and the hair clogged my throat so that no other air could enter. I gagged, pulled the hair from my mouth, and looked over at Zahava who was dying of laughter. Apparently, it's not common to choke on your own hair. I will admit, however, that I'm starting to doubt that since I choked on it again today.