0 comment Monday, September 15, 2014 | admin
Today I took advantage of a charitable and philanthropic event for the sake of irony and humor. The Midas up the street from me was hosting a blood drive, and in exchange for the donation, would give you an oil change.
Blood... For Oil.
Ignoring how tight my 1:30 call would be, I rode up from work at noon into a gusty headwind, locked my bike to a derelict home's laundry pole, and ran over to the blood mobile. My phlebotomists were great, and they appreciated the humor in the whole enterprise.
Once bandaged up, I went into the Midas, got my oil coupon, and raced back to the office (this time with a tailwind) to enjoy my juice and chips. I made my call by about 8 minutes.
Blood... For Oil.
Ignoring how tight my 1:30 call would be, I rode up from work at noon into a gusty headwind, locked my bike to a derelict home's laundry pole, and ran over to the blood mobile. My phlebotomists were great, and they appreciated the humor in the whole enterprise.
Once bandaged up, I went into the Midas, got my oil coupon, and raced back to the office (this time with a tailwind) to enjoy my juice and chips. I made my call by about 8 minutes.