It’s been eight weeks and change (okay, nine weeks and a day or two, it’s tough getting the calendars to sync) but we were back at the Red Cross for our next whole blood donations tonight.
All’s well, easy peasy. But to my shock and horror, when I got to the waiting/recovery/snack area I couldn’t find any of the mini-Oreo cookies!
They had a nice selection of boxed juices, and I managed to get the straw in without squeezing the box and spraying high-velocity grape punch or apple juice all over myself. Winner! The Blueberry & Pomegranate Granola Bar was excellent, but it wasn’t mini-Oreos.
Finally the guy in the pink T-shirt left and we checked his table – that’s where the mini-Oreos were all hidden, so the day was saved.
It’s the little victories that keep you going.
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