On Wednesday, we had a blood drive at work.
I found the hero in me and donated.
It's not really my favorite thing to do, but I do it anyway. Because people need it.
And it is a small price.
The next day I was talking to my coworker whose son came down to donate blood with her.
We were talking about the pre-donation questioning, and I was telling her how I get so nervous because they are talking so fast.
And they are asking questions like, Since 1986 have you had sex with a man, whose had sex with a man, whose had sex with a monkey for drugs.
Clearly, the answer to that is no.
But they talk so fast and I'm so scared to answer incorrectly that I end up just sitting there.
And then I get nervous that the girl is judging me because when I pause to answer she thinks that there is a chance that the answer is yes.
(I do realize that I'm a crazy person.)
So, then my coworker says to me, "Well, at least I know now that my son has never had sex with a man."
I found the hero in me and donated.
It's not really my favorite thing to do, but I do it anyway. Because people need it.
And it is a small price.
The next day I was talking to my coworker whose son came down to donate blood with her.
We were talking about the pre-donation questioning, and I was telling her how I get so nervous because they are talking so fast.
And they are asking questions like, Since 1986 have you had sex with a man, whose had sex with a man, whose had sex with a monkey for drugs.
Clearly, the answer to that is no.
But they talk so fast and I'm so scared to answer incorrectly that I end up just sitting there.
And then I get nervous that the girl is judging me because when I pause to answer she thinks that there is a chance that the answer is yes.
(I do realize that I'm a crazy person.)
So, then my coworker says to me, "Well, at least I know now that my son has never had sex with a man."
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