This morning I donated my sixteenth pint of blood since moving to NYC. That brings the total to two gallons. It’s nice to mark these milestones so I asked one of the donation personnel if they had any “2 Gallon” lapel pins. She rooted around in a drawer trying to find one and after almost giving up, she found one for me at last. I happily attached it to my shirt pocket to show the world my accomplishment.

The world was not prepared to deal with my pride though and quickly rectified the situation. As I was adjusting the strap on my “man purse” after arriving at the subway station on my way to work, the strap caught the pin and sent it flying two turnstiles over. A subway station is no place to be looking for a blood donation trinket, especially as passengers are exiting, so all I could do was laugh and keep moving. The pin had been in my possession for all of fifteen minutes. Oh well, only sixteen more pints to my “3 gallon” pin.

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