If you've ever given money to a beggar or a homeless person and if he or she threw the money back at you, you know how I feel today.
Despite complaining the other day, I swallowed my inconvenience and went to donate blood today. After all the usual embarrassment ("have you had ever sex with a male?", "have you ever paid money to anyone to have sex with you?", "have you ever had sex with a woman who had sex with a man who had sex with another man"), and paperwork, the bozos couldn't decide whether to accept my blood or not, because I had visited India last year (almost a year, but not quite 365 days). Since I knew the stipulation, I told them that the wait period for India is usually six months. He was not so sure and had to have a conference with his colleagues, none of whom had a clue, so defensively, they decided to reject me.
Although it seems inappropriate, they could have accepted my blood and then could have thrown it away. I know that sounds wrong, but would have spared me the indignation.
That does it. I ain't giving blood anymore.
Prehistoric Zoo
Today's entry in PhotoBlog features period animal life, as documented by the pre-historic tribesmen.
