Damn your eyes! in anticlimatic

Ever take a bite of something and swiftly realize that you can either A) immediately spit it out or B) wage a white knuckled campaign of war against the Puke Gods with every horrific chew, not knowing how many chews it could even take (the usual amount, multiplied by x), slowly climbing mount chew doom like Frodo and Sam until you can finally cast the swallow into your stomach and be rid of the evil forever?

Ever find yourself in a crowd, standing in line somewhere maybe, with nothing to lean on- nothing to shield you- and suddenly you get a fierce itch, somewhere on your body you don’t want to draw attention to for various reasons, and you just have to keep standing there. Feeling it. Flexing your muscles around the area like it’s going to help.