My morning started off a bit on the unusual side. I stopped to pick up a donut and a drink at one of the numerous ultra-mega-gas-stations which have been flung across the landscape like Michael Moore beached in the desert. I was standing behind an elderly gentleman waiting to pay for my donut when he suddenly tried to grab the counter, missed and fell backward, and started seizing. A woman across the aisle began screaming and the clerk behind the counter grabbed for the phone.
I looked down, calmly stated to the clerk and the woman screaming that the guy was just having a seizure. I put my donut and drink on the counter and asked the clerk to ring them up. He did and by the time he was done the elderly man had stopped seizing. He laid on the floor for a short time before getting to his feet.
I offered the man a hand up but he refused. He shook his head several times and staggered from the store, got in his car, and drove away. Welcome to seizure world, er