Post Office

Today I went to the Post Office for my boss. He said he needed a book of stamps, so I drove there and stood in the back of the long line. The place was packed with people and It was quieter than a library. I took my headphones out of my pocket and started listening to some hardcore techno. All of a sudden, some old man walks in the door behind me and starts twitching and fidgeting when the song goes into a hard synth solo with heavy bass. The twitching and the music were perfectly in sync. He falls to the floor, the music progresses, I laugh my ass off. Turns out, he was having a seizure. The people working behind the counter and the people in front of me come and help him. Still shaking, I'm doubled over, laughing.

Im a horrible person.