Donation #20

I made blood donation #20 [1] this afternoon. This one was unique though. As the lady inserted the needle into the vein, instead of the usual small drip of blood escaping, it sprayed out onto my arm, across my shirt and my face. Rather unexpected. The previously humorless "blood technician" (or whatever they're called) was all apologetic, in a good mood, and spent the next several minutes using peroxide or something to get the blood off my shirt. I asked, "is blood dripping off my face as I leave not good for sales?" She confirmed as much and went on to say, "even when its this close to halloween." Still, I nearly had the chance to try to time my departure with someone else's entry - blood dried to my face, licking my lips - and comment, "the food here is delicious! Mmm." Maybe next time.

[1] That's two and a half gallons of blood. Blood. Blooooood.