It was an intensely embarassing wait for my food, since he kept wanting to thank me every time I accidentally met his eye. I hate gratitude. It makes me feel like a schmuck.
Anyway, there was a happy ending, as someone else apparently called 911, and an ambulance came by to haul him off. I'm not sure to where... he didn't look sick when they convinced him to go with them or anything. But presumably, whatever was wrong with him, they'll fix.
Also, the tiny plastic knob that turns one of my lamps on and off snapped, leaving the lamp stuck on. The knob was impossible to turn, even with tools. The plug was pinned to the wall by a dresser. The dresser was too heavy to move, and covered with zoids and transformers besides. So I tugged on the cord until the light stopped working. I hope I broke the cord and not the socket... I'll have to replace the lamp eventually.