don't be a faker
During the recession days, one of my jobs was working at a computer shop in Southeast Portland. Malcolm, the guy who owned the shop would fake having seizures in order to get out of difficult conversations. And it actually worked pretty well. If a customer started getting too annoying or overwhelming, he’d start twitching and contorting and the situation would resolve itself; either I’d take over or usually, the customer would go away, embarrassed by proximity.
The problem was- Malcolm actually had epilepsy, and one time, I looked up from my work bench and saw him writhing on the floor and thought he was taking it too far, even for him, and as the concerned customers asked Danny, the other tech, and I to intervene, we both said “Oh he’s fine”, (callous bastards we must’ve seemed) and then I realized he actually was having a real seizure and felt terrible as I called 911.