The other day I met a girl who has a narcoleptic condition. If she's startled she falls dead asleep. Boom! and she's on the ground.
Here's the evil part--I thought it was freakin' hilarious. One of the favorite activities in my house is creeping around, hiding, and leaping out to scare each other. It's lucky this poor girl wasn't born into our family. My son would stalk her mercilessly. She wouldn't spend five consecutive minutes awake. We'd always be tripping over her.
Now don't yell at me or lecture me about devastating medical conditions. I know that I'm a horrible, bad, evil person.
P.S. And yes, my first instinct was to lunge at her and scream "BOO!"
P.P.S. But I didn't. Thankfully. Sometimes--rarely, but it does happen--my brain intercedes before that hugely inappropriate thing leaps out of my mouth.