...so I was sitting here in my office, slaving away as always, when I hear one of my co-workers coughing, and coughing, and coughing, and coughing. Just when I thought that she couldn't cough anymore, she continued to cough. Driven over the edge of insanity by the incessant noise, I got up from my desk, stormed into her office and very loudly asked her if she was going to live, with a strong hint of sarcasm laced through my words. La. just looked up at me and half smirked as I then heard the ladies in the next office soothing the woman who was just choking in her office. Apparently office furniture, particulary chairs, are very handy when trying to dislodge something stuck in your windpipe. Now I am going to have to endure their dirty looks for the rest of the week. Good thing they already hated us.