I thought it would all be good. 

I had that tell-tale numbness across my left cheekbone.  That feeling in my sinus that spread down to the one tooth, which my tongue kept probing.  That fuzzy-headed feeling.  And several hours in a hot, yellowjacket-infested concession stand stretched out ahead of me.  Joy and rapture!

No problem, thought I!  I'd just grab a Midrin from my little backpack in the locker room on my way up to the front storeroom.

Sometimes good ideas go very, very bad. 

I tucked the Midrin capsule between my teeth, figuring it could sit there safely for a minute or two while I fetched the pizzas, and then I could swallow it with a swig of Pepsi when I got back to the stand.  And it was okay for about thirty seconds, until it shifted off to the side betwixt tooth and cheek, where it promptly started to melt and stick.  I managed to dislodge it with my tongue just as it morphed into a gooey glob, which started to leak the quite bitter powder onto my tongue.  Blech!  I had no choice but to try and dry-swallow the dang thing, which, while continuing to leak, also tried to stay latched onto my tongue like the face-huggers in Alien.  Gag!  Choke!  Down, boy, down!

At this point, I learned two very valuable lessons...

One.  If you think a Midrin capsule sticks badly to your tongue, you've not experienced anything yet.  It sticks in your throat even better.

Two.  Bitter and sticky aren't the worst of it.  That powder inside the capsule BURNS the throat.  It took lots of ice-laden beverage and even a Chloraseptic pain-relieving lozenge to get mostly past that.  One spot is still prickly nine hours later. 

Gads!  I'll never ever try and dry-swallow one of those little devils again.  Or try and transport them between my teeth, for that matter. 

*shudder*

droolie, who does these little stoopid learning curves so you don't have to :)