While on the visit to KK's house, MK, CKC, and I happened upon a blood drive in progress, and MK proposed that we all give a pint. I said, "OK." Somewhat surprisingly, so did CKC.
And not just surprising to me, either. Daughter E was along on the trip, and the look of disbelief on her face about her mom's acquiescence was what one might expect had we suggested disemboweling the family pets.
At any rate, E was dragged into Dracula's den, and while we grups were draining into plastic bags, I asked the blood tech in an unnecessarily loud voice, "How old do you have to be to give blood?"
He looked over at E, trying to hide behind her book in the waiting area, and said, "Sixteen, with parental approval."
E, who is 15.95 years old, melted in relief.
Never was a teenager so happy to claim a reduced age.
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We did try to convince the blood techs that she had "mature blood," but they didn't fall for it!
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