No Blood For Brekkie!

Went to the... no: my eye specialist today (she has the same eye-problem I have, kinda, and wasn´t there last Friday). In the building was a sign that today you can donate blood. Ok, so after the visit at my Doc I went to donate.

Whilst I filled out the form, a man arrived and flutteringly and loud and actually kinda threatening asked the staff - volunteers, certainly - if after donating we will have a snack at the bakery downstairs again? And if so! Last time they refused to give him fancy cake for the voucher, but gave him a Breakfast!!!!! A Breakfast! At 5:30 pm! If he gets Breakfast again, he´ll never donate blood again!

I was already at the doc when that guy waited for his turn and started with this stuff all over again!
He demanded for the staff to go down and make sure he gets cake.

Boy... I mean... hello?! It´s a gesture, it´s to make sure you don´t pass out afterwards and they don´t have the room there to serve self-made food.
It´s not about food it´s about donating blood, you Jerk!

I certainly kept my mouth shut and got this "advent-pressie" instead (like everyone, including that Jerk).
On the back...

... it says, "Blood donors bring something great. A little thank you in return.
Merry Christmas and all the Best for 2012!"

Cute, huh? I give it to Ingo (it´s chocolate).

Anyhows. One of the guys really took the time to go down to the Bakery and talk to them.
I admit, I kinda thought, Brekkie? Jam and such? Meh. Aw, well.

After I spent nearly 60 € at the drug store for new meds... (am I thankful I never have to pay for glasses due to Bro being Optometrist), I went to said Bakery.

A very friendly girl handed over a plate with cheese, bologna, chicken breast, cream cheese, butter... and, yes, also jam. She added two bread rolls (I gave her one right back - who eats 2 breadrolls at a time?!), asked if I´d like tea or coffee and which softdrink, water or Pepsi and if I like I can have a second later.

Man.. I´m getting old, I tell ya! I was thirsty like crazy from donating!
So, I asked for a second Pepsi. And then I couldn´t help but ask her if that "Mister" got his cake.
Whilst before he was like loud an all she said he was very polite and certainly got his cake. And with rolling eyes said, hey, that way life never gets boring, huh? ;-)

Always see the positive side of things, huh?