I always feel so strange waiting in line to donate blood. They sit you in chairs numbered from 1-4, and they are never spread far apart. So you sit a few inches from some stranger's elbow. Usually, I'm sitting in between two people. Today it was a young boy, who clearly had poor people skills. To my right was a very nice young girl. She was a chatty Cathy. She asked me about my nails, phone, and purse. I think I was a pretty good midway point in their spectrum. Just thought I would share that despite how people say I'm crazy, there is always someone on the other sides of me.
"Families are like fudge... mostly sweet with a few nuts." unknown
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