2007dec10. I had to get my blood tested to make sure there was blood in it (and also that I had a pulse [shakes chains, makes “WoooOOOOO” sounds]) and the receptionist gave me a list of blood-taking places. I ended up at one that was inside a family clinic. “You just need to walk down that hall there.” So I started walking down the hall and I’m halfway down the hall and there’s someone noodling inside a closet. But then I looked again, and it’s a full-on miniature blood-taking place; it’s got counters, a chair, the blood-taking person, various things to stick in one’s arm, cupboards, etc – and it’s about four feet by four feet. Bloodplace Jr. There was no one else around for miles, and she asked me to sign in. Then she checked the sign-in sheet and it turned out (CRISWELL PREDICTS!) I was next. Soon you’ll be able to pull up to a re-purposed Fotomat booth and get phlebotomized along with a good cup of joe.
