Thursday, Oct. 5, 2000 - 12:31 am
Hmm . . . I'm sitting here contemplating a small roll of flourescent green tape. It was recently adorning my arm. The arm that I temporarily put under the complete power of a woman named Kim. Kim had needles, and plastic tubing, and cuffs, but I wasn't paying her by the hour.
Oh no! Kim wasn't that kind of girl. She was the sarcastic and spunky technician who drew blood from me this afternoon. In case you haven't guessed, I was donating blood. It's a good thing and I'm glad I did it, but it's definitely a weird experience.
First, you get a rather personal and explicit kind of quiz. I guess it's along the lines of a Purity Test, but this one includes questions like, "Have you lived with or had sex with someone who has visited Nigeria, South Africa, or Madagascar in the past 6 months?" I had to check all the little "No" boxes and I felt well, a little inadequate. I mean, I haven't even "traded sex for drugs or money." They made me feel like I've been wasting the past four years. But, that did make me pure enough to give my lil' platelets and plasma for the rest of the country to enjoy.
So, if any of you out there have the need and are asked if you have a preference, just tell them, "I'd like the A. Scott, please. The 2000 vintage, I hear it was a good year."
