Right onto a rack of comics, too.
No, really. And I still don't know why (Well, IDK if I actually lost consciousness. I did end up on the floor while the guy standing next to me proceeded to panic.)
But seriously, I was just standing in Minotaur, flicking through the comics (Detective Comics #881, to be precise), when I noticed that I was feeling rather light-headed. So I reached up to put the comic back on the shelf, and then I just sort of... fell onto it - the rack, I mean. And then onto the floor. Where I sort of lay for a few minutes before the guy next to me, whose name
Which made for a rather odd afternoon.
No idea what that was all about. (Best guess is that my rather graphic imagination + some of the more disturbing/brutal aspects of the scene in the comic did not combine well in my brain. Well, I am just not good with witnessing certain types of injury, even in fiction.)
I ended up buying a new hat to make me feel better. Well, it was on special.
Oh, and I also went on school placement today. ;)