[Morrigoon]

So I'm sitting there ay Haus of Pizza, nonchalantly enjoying my Panzerotti and writing posts about the effects of post-war periods and resulting decandence in the culture, when a lady at the table across from me passes out in the middle of laughing at something, and falls off her chair. She woke up, and the ladies started to close up their meal to get her home when she conked out again. She still tried to decline medical treatment, but one of the waitresses had already called 911, and didn't call them off when the lady said she just wanted her friend to take her home.
Turns out the fire station is just behind (across a small street) the restaurant, so the EMTs (okay, hot firemen) simply walked over with their kit, and met her right out the front door as she was leaving and made her sit down and let them check her out. Good thing, too. One faint can be chalked up to a lot of recoverable conditions, but two in a row is a sign that something DEFINITELY ain't right!

And that's all I know because then I walked over to the hair place.