Late one night, Krista and I made a trek to CVS Pharmacy. She is basically coughing her lungs out due to some sickness (that I can only hope I don't contract as well), so she finally caved and decided to get some drugs. We found the 'sick' aisle, and it didn't take long to realize that there are a bajillion different kinds of cold and flu and sore throat medications. Since it was going to take some time to decided, we sat down on the comfy, carpeted aisle and compared ingredients.
All of the sudden, we were rudely interrupted by a staff member of CVS, telling us that we can't sit on the floor because we were a fire hazard, since apparently somebody could trip over us if huge flames suddenly engulfed the poor pharmacy. All I could think of was Mitch: "As if there was a fire, I wasn't going to move. If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit."
If one of the 5 total people in the store tripped over me during a raging fire in CVS at 11pm, they probably shouldn't have made it out anyways.