A little boy playing with a quarter suddenly gasped, choked, and began turning a terrifying shade of blue. Recognizing his son had swallowed the coin, the frantic father began screaming at the top of his lungs for emergency assistance.
Sitting nearby at a coffee bar was an impeccably dressed, sharp-looking woman in a tailored blue business suit. Hearing the commotion, she calmly set down her espresso, neatly folded her newspaper, and walked over to the scene with complete composure.
Without uttering a single word, she stepped up to the choking boy, dropped his trousers, grabbed his crotch, and gave it a firm, deliberate twist and squeeze. Within seconds, the boy convulsed violently and spat the quarter right out, which the woman caught mid-air. She calmly pocketed the coin, adjusted her jacket, and began walking back to her coffee.
Astounded and deeply relieved, the father rushed after her. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever witnessed! You saved my boy’s life!” he cried. “Are you a world-class surgeon or an emergency room doctor?”
The woman took a sip of her coffee, looked him dead in the eye, and replied:
“No. I’m a divorce attorney.”
