In the ongoing excitement and chaos of early voting at the library one of the elderly patrons went down, and they went down hard.
I think maybe people are out of practice for being in public and managing themselves in crowds. By all accounts this person was agreeably vertical, waiting to vote, and then, poof, she was horizontal.
There was a lot of blood. Tons of blood. Gallons of blood. So much blood that Vampires a thousand miles away sleepily sat up in their coffins and said "Wuzzat?"
Sharks' noses twitched curiously in the far away oceans.
"I'm fine." Burbled the woman through the gouts of blood pouring from her. "I'm fine!"
And she was. She just hit her nose, which then spurted several pints of blood onto our floors.
But enough about all the blood already!
We cleaned it all up, and where it was wet from the cleaning an A-framed "Caution" sign was placed.
Almost immediately a weary patron leaned on the caution sign for respite and then crashed to the ground as it gave out under them. There was no blood. The patron seemed fine.
"Aarrgh!" The patron cried. "Call an ambulance!"
So we did, and the ambulance came and wheeled the patron away.
At that point I was expecting a whole grimly madcap day of patrons collapsing to our tiled and concrete floors in a copious series of bloody and technicolor disasters, but it didn't happen. Which I suppose is just as well really.
Later in the day I may have seen a couple sharks mooning about curiously outside, but I can't be certain. Sometimes my imagination runs away with me.