So, like yesterday, our paralegal group had two events. During the day, I helped our instructor with his pre-internship seminar. In the afternoon, Heather and I met at Costco to buy items for our big "ice cream social" and orientation for new students. We bought a some stuff at Costco, then headed to the grocery store near the campus to pick up the ice cream. I'd gotten one of the guys in the group to pick up dry ice for us, so we were going to pack the ice cream into the coolers until the party started at 6PM.

As Heather and I approached the dairy case, I felt my insides starting to twinge and thought, "Oh great, my period's about to start and we have all this stuff to finish. I'd better go to the bathroom." I mentioned that I was looking for the restroom, while Heather noticed that they were out of plain Reddi-Whip, having only the chocolate flavored type in the case. Horrors! While chocolate whipped topping may be fine for most applications, we didn't think it would go well with our spread. I looked at Heather and said, "You know...I really need to get to the bathroom." I felt more twinging and Heather said, "It's right over there...are you okay?" She held my hand and next thing I knew, I was running through a building with a young blond boy, racing and racing to get through the dark corridors where concrete blocks were jumbled together and jutted into the hallway. We kept running and I thought, "How'd I get here? I was shopping with Heather." I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the floor while Heather and a couple of store clerks attempted to sit me up.

It was rather amusing to one extent; the first thing one of the clerks said to me was, "Did you slip on something?" which Heather and I, being paralegals, knew she was asking only out of concern for the store's liability, not for my well-being. She escorted me to the employee break room where not long after, two firefighters came in to take my blood pressure and administer oxygen. This would probably have been more gratifying had they at least been cute firefighters. Oh, well. Poor Heather had to pay for the ice cream herself because I didn't have any cash, and the firefighters didn't want me going downstairs to pay for things till they were done asking me what day of the week it was. Plus they wanted to make sure they wouldn't need the ambulance they'd sent for.

"An ambulance!?" I cried in terror. "That's not covered by my insurance!"

Fortunately, I didn't need any whisking away, although Heather said it did give her quite the scare when the paramedics rushed in with a gurney.

"Do you have any idea why this happened?" asked one firefighter.

"Yes," I replied, glancing at the store clerk who hovered nearby. "They are completely out of plain Reddi-Whip."