So, I dropped my poodle at the vet to get spayed and then went over to the lab to get my blood drawn. After 30 minutes of waiting, I was finally called in. The woman starts taking my blood and then calls another woman over and tells her the vial has a hole and she needs another one. The other woman hands her a new vial and takes the old one and then realizes that it has blood on it and she isn't wearing gloves. The woman taking my blood says, well, I told you it had a hole. The other woman starts washing her hands.
In the meantime I am just dying over here because the woman was bouncing the needle around in my arm as she took off one vial and then jammed on the second one. The woman says, 'Are you OK' and I say, 'yes, oh, you were talking to her'. She wasn't asking if I was ok, she was asking if the woman who got my blood on her hand was ok. Um...you know, if you are going to get all freaky about my blood could you at least wait until I have left the room? I just thought that was so unprofessional.
I practically ran out of there when I was done. My arm hurt for the rest of the day and there is a big bruise. Maybe next year I will just skip it and pay the extra fee for not giving them my blood. I bet they are all vampires anyway.
wear a string of garlic around your neck. That should sort out the undead!
I think it's a family trait. They are always in a nasty mood when they see us coming.
lizzie, I'll write that down for next time...if there is a next time.
Anonymous, maybe I should try flattery to improve their mood.
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