A Dizzying Display Of Kindness
The details of this story reminded me of something that happened to me a few months ago. I was in my local German budget chain supermarket — no, not that one, the other one. It was evening, and I hadn’t eaten all day. I felt a little shaky but basically fine. I brought my basket up to the register and waited in line.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if suddenly standing still after moving around had some effect, but I suddenly started feeling absolutely awful — dizziness, nausea, blurry vision, the works. I’m not in the habit of eating or drinking anything before I’ve paid for it, but this felt like a legitimate emergency, so I grabbed a small bottle of orange juice out of my basket and chugged it. Too little, too late. My legs were about to go, so I caught the cashier’s eye and said:
Me: “Excuse me. I’m so sorry, but I need to sit down.”
(This is England, after all.) Then, I staggered a few steps out of the line and flopped down on the ground.
When I knew what was going on again, there was a very nice manager helping me put my head between my knees and asking me how I was doing. When I explained that I was pretty sure it was just a low blood sugar thing, he whipped an unopened tube of dextrose gel out of his pocket like some sort of first-aid Batman! Turns out he was diabetic and always had some on him.
Between the sitting and the sugar, I began to feel better quickly. I was very embarrassed and inclined to just scrape myself up and stagger home — not a very bright idea, but I wasn’t firing on all cylinders. The manager kindly but firmly bullied me into staying put while he called an ambulance. Due to the ambulance service staffing crisis, it took twenty-five minutes just to get through to emergency services on the phone.
During that time:
- The lady who had been behind me in line came over and put a bag down next to me. She had bought all the groceries I left behind — an embarrassing assortment of ready meals and junk food, because of COURSE it couldn’t happen on a day when I was buying a respectable assortment of fresh vegetables. She refused to take any payment.
- The young couple who had been behind HER came over to keep me company and chat with me while I waited for the ambulance.
- Everyone who walked past said something along the lines of, “Feel better soon!” or, “Take care!”
Finally, the manager got through to emergency services, and the ambulance turned up quite quickly after that. The paramedics checked me out, kindly refrained from commenting on the fact that I was wearing a fuzzy pyjama top under my coat — Murphy’s law was in full force for me that day — and decided that the most sensible thing to do was just to get me home and let me go to bed. After making me swear a blood oath that I would go to my doctor and get checked out as soon as possible, they drove me right to my door.
The whole thing was simultaneously mortifying and heartwarming. I felt daft because I had brought it on myself, but every single person present was so kind to me. Of course, I went back to thank all the staff later, and I sent a glowing email to their corporate people about how well I had been treated. And I’m more careful now not to shop hungry!