I left my new significant other, Honey, at home to rest and went to the Flying Biscuit in the midtown area for a delicious breakfast. Little did I know as I walk in a ambulance would follow a screaming fire truck. As I sit at the counter, a line of male police officers wait patiently near the woman's bathroom. A customer mention a lady passed out in the restroom. Minutes later, a lady paramedic walks out with the female customer. The lady follows the female paramedic and walks to the stretcher. I think she okay.
Well, this is too much excitement for me and all I wanted was a peaceful breakfast.