It being close to Halloween...

What better way to celebrate the season than by going and allowing some lab-coated, blood-sucking fiend to drain my vital essences into a plastic bag?

Going up to the Red Cross to donate some good ol' Possum Sweet Heavy Crude--I went yesterday during my lunch hour, but was a few minutes late for my appointment and the place was absolutely swarmed with folks donating. I waited as long as I could, but told them I would have to come back another day.

So, today was it.

The girl at the desk called back to the collection suite and one of the venipuncturists came out and told me it was going to be another fifteen minutes or so. She was very sweet, and told me if I couldn't wait, I could call and have them redo the appointment. We were standing right there at the reception desk, and I asked if they couldn't just do it there.

Seemed reasonable.

I thought she would ask the receptionist to call for me, but she just got the number and made the call herself. And got bounced around about six times. And put on hold. She made a little punching motion at the receiver and slyly looked at me--"You didn't see me do that!"

Oh yes I did, too! (Which is one of the reasons I didn't want to have to call.) Anyway, I expect an extra Fig Newton for keeping quiet about it!

See you in a bit.
posted by Terry at 11:59:00 AM