I'm hoping this will be interesting, to say the least
I'd love to hear all of your stories! Here's mine ...
Several months ago I was on a very serious business call from home. I had two carts on the table, a white blank cart, and a 555 cart. You see where this is going?
I am discussing a deal that would potentially net me a new website gig and was very focused on the conversation. I reached and grabbed the "555" cart [or so I thought!] Screw it in, and put it to my mouth. Now when I vape, I like to take a nice, long, 10-12 second drag before I breath it in. I do just that, not thinking... then all of the sudden ... inhale ... a WHOLE LOT of burntedness hit me at once! I had to cough, I had to gag, I had to run to the nearest sink or beverage container! But I couldn't, I had to maintain composure. This was a big deal.
"M-Hmm.... Yup..." Was all I could say in response to the potential client's questions. I was hitting my chair, bulging my eyes, and straining my neck and throat to keep it all under control! Oh look, an old juice bottle! A few drops left. I'm literally hitting that juice bottle so a few drops come out. They don't help! Deep breaths... fresh air... The conversation drags on for minutes, the burnt flavor still attacking my mouth and throat... until finally, "I think you're the right man for the job," he says. "Good... good... let's talk on Tuesday?" Conversation finally ends.
And I RUN!!!
Several months ago I was on a very serious business call from home. I had two carts on the table, a white blank cart, and a 555 cart. You see where this is going?
I am discussing a deal that would potentially net me a new website gig and was very focused on the conversation. I reached and grabbed the "555" cart [or so I thought!] Screw it in, and put it to my mouth. Now when I vape, I like to take a nice, long, 10-12 second drag before I breath it in. I do just that, not thinking... then all of the sudden ... inhale ... a WHOLE LOT of burntedness hit me at once! I had to cough, I had to gag, I had to run to the nearest sink or beverage container! But I couldn't, I had to maintain composure. This was a big deal.
"M-Hmm.... Yup..." Was all I could say in response to the potential client's questions. I was hitting my chair, bulging my eyes, and straining my neck and throat to keep it all under control! Oh look, an old juice bottle! A few drops left. I'm literally hitting that juice bottle so a few drops come out. They don't help! Deep breaths... fresh air... The conversation drags on for minutes, the burnt flavor still attacking my mouth and throat... until finally, "I think you're the right man for the job," he says. "Good... good... let's talk on Tuesday?" Conversation finally ends.
And I RUN!!!