Apparently, the sales lady was very kind and as my Knight carried me to the corner of the store, she guarded us so that nobody would stand and watch me seize. When I came to I was super confused, you know, with all of the pink everywhere. Spencer managed to drag me out to the car and by the time we got home I was pretty lucid, if not discouraged. However, this one was totes our fault. No sleep + upsetting situation = seizure. It's an equation we know well and I should've taken an Ativan as a precaution.
Bestie said, "Damn those Victoria's secret angels and their magnificent bras and breasts. My hubs nearly seizes every time we walk past VS as well."
They should've at least given me a free bra.