| I remember the last time I donated blood
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| The nurse put a bandage on my arm
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| She told me not to remove it for six hours
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| The time was five o’clock, and at about ten to six
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| I was having an early dinner with some friends
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| In a pretty nice restaurant
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| I was embarrassed enough that I had short sleeves on
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| The bandage made me look downright silly
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| So I removed it slowly, surreptitiously
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| So no one would see
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| Suddenly, a thin but powerful stream of blood
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| Started gushing out of my arm
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| It hit a man sitting directly opposite from me
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| Splashing off of his head and onto the floor
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| A waiter delivering a bowl of chicken noodle soup
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| To a nearby table slipped
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| The bowl went flying and landed on his head
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| I was completely covered with noodles
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| And I disappeared
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| Well, I learned my lesson that day
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| And the next time I give blood
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| I’ll wear long sleeves
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| And I’ll leave the bandage on |