[Dominique]

People and their sense of entitlement.

Yesterday I went to donate blood during the Pirate fest. Apparently it is very difficult to get donors during the last half of the month of December.
The Pirates were offering free admission to the Pirates fest, a special T shirt and a Pirate build a bear.

My admission was free because I am a season ticket holder, and I didn't want or need the other two things. I made an appointment for 10a. when the blood drive began. Ahead of me (somehow) were 6 walk ins. 3 couples with 8 kids total. I wasn't paying attention initially.

So the lady at the registration table takes some information from the walk ins and hands out the Free admission Ticket, the T shirt and the Pirate Bear. The guy closest to me, in a voice that made him sound like he was
*challenged* in some way, asked for two bears and two T shirts because he had a wittle brudder ah home. The registration lady politely said NO, she was sorry, one per person. I registered and gave him mine.

So we were sitting there and the six of them, me and another gentleman
were called to take the computer part of the screening. This is the hippa part where they ask you all the questions about any medications you take and recent tattoo's, travel, sexual partners etc.

We are sitting in a cube with only dark blue plexi glass dividing the work stations. I hear one voice say *Here it is, question 9, answer yes! the computer should shut off, YEP...it did.* Question 9. Have you knowingly had sex with a person who uses or used intravenous drugs illegally? Within seconds of each other, they left the cubicles. I completed my questionaire. My hair was standing on edge.

When I went back to my seat, they had out bags and they were scooping the snacks off the tables (that were for the people who donated blood) and filling up their bags. Not to mention the kids were running around screaming and carrying on. No supervision. Each of them had snacks in their hands and I saw empty or half empty wrappers every place. No one else was really there. I went over to the Lady at registration to tell her my observations, and what I overheard in the Hippa cubicle and she said
*Yes, we just became aware. They did this same thing for tickets to a baseball game.* The data base reflected it. But there wasn't anything she could do. So I sat back down and seethed.

The guy who was speaking like he was *challenged* was anxious to get into pirate fest, now that the tops of three 12 tops (round banquet tables that seat 12) were cleared of all the snacks and drinks, so he was laughing and speaking as normal as can be. That was all I could take.
I hate when I grow *balls*. I got up out of my seat and went over to him and said *Give me back that Bear and that T shirt, your 4th grade West Virginia education seems to be coming and going. EXCEPT (my pointer finger in his face) you seem to think people can't hear- you low life scammer! Question 9, ring a bell? Put every one of those bears, T shirts and all of those snacks you STOLE on the table and walk away while you still can. I already had them turn the cameras in this place on you (as I pointed up to the camera) they'll be watching your every move and my next call will be to the 4 police men at the entrance as you have just
committed a crime. It's called Theft by deception! Want to push your luck?* They left everything and almost tripped over each other getting the hell out of there.

My blood pressure was higher than it should of been, and they wouldn't let me donate for an hour.

I just can't stand scammers. Scamming the blood bank. Can you get any lower?