DD1 needs soccer cleats. So after school, I take the girls to go get some.
We had just walked in the door and hadn't gotten to the shoes yet, when I see an elderly lady trying to sit on some shelving in the middle aisle and her husband trying to help her. The shelving wasn't going to hold and another woman saw this. She asked if the EL was ok and if they needed help. EM, failing to hold EL up, frantically said yes. Woman rushes over to help steady EL and notices EL wasn't with it anymore and she was going down.
Woman yells at me to call 911. I dialed, threw my girls in the cart and kneeled down to hold EL's head. Woman was awesome and kept the EL talking and awake and on her side while I talked on the phone. EL realized we were calling for an ambulance and insisted she didn't want one, but they were already on their way.
Apparently EL has a condition and this happens often. She called it sinkhole something. Paramedics get there and check her out and she was pretty ok by the time they finished.
They were packing up their equipment when Woman and I noticed EM going down. A paramedic had to catch him! So they check him out. His blood pressure was crazy low and they kept asking if they could take him to the hospital. He refused. So his wife was wheeled around by a walmart manager to get the rest of the things on their list while EM was being taken care of and the paramedics recommended she drive home. It was not a good situation.
Afterward, Woman and I exchanged thank yous and Walmart manager hugged us and said that we were the kind of people her customers need. It was a scary trip.
And they didn't even have soccer cleats that would fit DD1. 