What a way to go. Death in Long Island. A Wal-Mart greeter, trampled to death by a crowd of bargain hunters on Black Friday. They burst through the doors. He looks up, and they're running at him like a trumpeting elephant herd.
At this moment, the fight-or-flight reflex kicks in.
The neurons start firing, like the nose of that guy in the Operation game.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!
But, no ...
His higher brain centers send a message to his muscles. An inhibition response cuts off the reflex.
He thinks of the reprimand from his mid-level supervisor.
Now, Burt. You just let 'em trample in like that? That's not the Wal-Mart spirit! You call yourself a Greeter?
So he stands his ground.
He interposes his body between the crowd and the shining bargains.
And the crowd, in its Black Friday lust, tramples him to death in their pursuit of a $300 flat screen HDTV.
A TV, I might add, not made in the USA.