Went to give blood last night. My appointment was for 5 and I left work at 4 – and I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and made it to the drive a few minutes before my appointment.
During the health screening, the woman there took a blood sample to check for iron and I had no trouble there. When she checked my blood pressure, it was little too high.
“Did you rush to get here?” she asked.
“A little,” I replied.
“Now why did you do that? We would have waited for you,” she said.
I started to reply about courtesy and respecting their time, but she cut me off and said,
“Now, you just sit here for a few minutes and settle down. Go to your happy place,”
She got up to get another donor started and I dutifully sat quietly and controlled my breathing.
A few minutes later she came back over, checked again, and then sent me on my way to donate.
It was the most Zen blood donation I’ve ever done.
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I got lunch at Burger King today and as I was walking to my car a woman drove past and asked,
“Has Dante left yet?”
I just kind of shook my head in confusion, shrugged, and kept going.
She pulled up next to me and asked again.
“The Dante that works at Burger King? Has he left work yet?”
I shrugged again and replied:
“I don’t know who Dante is. I’m sorry,”
She pulled away and looped around. I got in my car and headed for the exit. I made eye contact with her again and this time she tugged on her shirt.
Referencing my shirt.
She thought my bright blue polo shirt meant that I worked at Burger King and that I would – of course – know who Dante was and if he had left work.
We both went our own ways and I may never know if she found Dante. As a side note, I wouldn’t testify this under oath but I’m pretty sure the employees there were wearing gray uniform shirts. Which makes the entire exchange that much more random.
After work, I’m going to put on a red shirt and go to Target.