I donated another pint today. I had no idea that blood donation could be so, um, exciting. (I am a woman in my 60s.)
The nurse who did the initial interview was a man of about 30, whom I had not seen before. Blood Bank staff are encouraged to develop their own patter, to put clients at ease. So, when he went to take my blood pressure, it went like this:
RN, holding blood pressure cuff: Is it OK if I give you a little squeeze?
Me: Why I'm always thrilled when a handsome young man wants to give me a little squeeze!
RN laughs, not a fake laugh but a genuine, appreciative one.
Hard to describe, but the RN wound up in a somewhat awkward position while he used his stethoscope to take my blood pressure. I had to curl my fingers so I wasn't poking him in the stomach. I waited until he was finished writing things down and then
Me: I never knew donating blood could be so much fun. First, I get squeezed, then if I hadn't made a fist, you would have gotten groped.
RN: completely cracks up.