Outside a pharmacy on a busy street, a poor man was clutching onto a pole, not breathing, not moving, not twitching a muscle — just standing there, frozen.
The pharmacist, seeing this strange sight in front of his shop, walked over to the pharmacy tech and asked, “What’s the matter with that guy? Wasn’t he in here earlier?”
The technician replied, “Yes, he was. He had the most terrible cough, and nothing I suggested from my training seemed to help.”