Blood Drive at church today. I was commissioned to take pictures for the church bulletin. Keep in mind that I don’t give blood. I am a big weenie when it comes to blood. I hate needles and all that. And stop that laughing.
So as I was taking pictures, I got a stern warning from the head nurse. “Don’t pictures until the blood gets started.” I later found out they really don’t like pictures of needles because it would drive people away from giving blood. So I waited until the covered the needle with the bandage.
They have special chairs with armrests for giving blood. It’s not just some flimsy deck furniture you’d see at Kmart.
You could tell the nurses had already heard all those lame bloodletting jokes. Vampires. Bad blood. Junk like that. They had heard them all.
A word about Dan Rather’s hands: They’re old and wrinkled. We’re talking hands that make him look 80 years old. I saw them when he had a close-up view of the map of Iraq. Goodness, Dan, don’t try out for any hand lotion advertisements.